At least life's not boring... ***UPDATE***

As of 8:27 am, there have been no signs of food poisoning. Thank you, Lord that Asher is not sick and that I did not have to clean up vomit twice in one week.

The past few days have been quite interesting around our house for a number of reasons. I won't go into too much detail about some of the things, but suffice it to say, we have all had or are having our turn with a lovely stomach bug. I'll leave it at that.

Another fun thing that happended is that our house almost exploded. Literally. Yep.

Kris goes to church early to practice with the other musicians so the boys and I go in a little later than he does. We left the house about 9:45 (church starts at 10--we were running later--Jude wore his pj's to church. The beauty of being an infant.) Anyway, we went and ate lunch after church and got home about 1:30. I walked in the house first and smelled natural gas. I looked at the oven and one of the knobs was turned on. I ran over and turned it off. Kris was right behind me so we grabbed the boys and walked outside. Asher knows better than to touch the stove, but when I am not within a few feet of him, he takes the opportunity to explore. He is getting better, but discipline is definitely a process with him.

I held Jude and pushed Asher around our street in his little car while Kris went through the house opening doors and windows. The smell dissapated fairly quickly after that so we went back in.

The amazing part is that we have a fireplace with gas logs--which has a pilot light that stays lit. The pilot light and logs are behind glass, but still! God was very merciful to us. We did not some home to a house blown to smithereens.

And now all the knobs are in a drawer and we put them on when we need them.

You would think that would be enough for one day. But I'm learning that life with an active, curious 21 month old never really slows down.

I cleaned out the refrigerator last night and threw away a bunch of old stuff. I took out a Gladware container that had some leftover rotesserie chicken in it. Everything else got dealt with last night, but I missed that container and it was still sitting on the counter this morning. I was cleaning up the kitchen and I moved the container to the counter next to the sink. Then I walked back to our room to get something and as I was walking back to the kitchen, I heard Asher getting into something.

I walked in and saw him with the bowl of old chicken that had sat out ALL NIGHT in his hands. He had taken a bite by the time I got to him and swallowed it. I took the bowl away as he is pleading for more "chicka chicka chicka" as he calls it.

I called the doctor who said wait it out. If it's salmonella, he will begin throwing up in anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Great.

I washed his hands thoroughly and put a little extra probiotic powder in his milk, hoping the good bacteria will attack the bad. We'll see.

So that catches you up. Viruses, near explosions, food poisoning. But the day is young. Everyone is napping now (obviously) so I look forward to what the rest of the day holds.

With those Rives boys, no telling!