So our besties, Auntie Kayleigh and Uncle Matt came over last night. We don’t get to see them very often, soon after they arrived I was reminded for why.
The Twinkles were “eating” their dinner. I use the word “eating” lightly in the case of young Oliver. He’s not really one for eating, he’d much prefer to drink his meals and not in the same fun way I enjoy drinking mine. She says whilst taking a swig of her Baileys coffee. What?! It’s Christmas! Bet Noddy Holder enjoyed a Baileys coffee or 6 during the season which literally tells us “to be merry!”
I digress.
Ollie decided he didn’t want to eat the meal I’d lovingly slow cooked for 7 hours for him. So the child was with cough and full of bogies, he still could eat and I told him so!
I had him sat on the sofa next to me and I told him in no uncertain terms he WAS going to eat 5 spoonfuls of his chicken casserole and rice. Kayleigh was about to do the same for Harry, not fair for him to miss out on the chance of being spoon fed at 6!
The first mouthful Ollie masticated and pondered over in the dramatic way he does. To which I informed him that I was starting to lose my temper and he was going to eat.
His response was to shake his head and turn in to something from the exorcist and projectile vomit what was a lot more than the one mouthful he had taken.
I still can’t fathom why this resulted in me jumping forward and catching said sick in my hands and throwing it in the food bowl next to me, which unfortunately turned out to be Harry’s.
Ollie still managed to get it down himself and various cracks in the sofa.
I got Ollie upstairs to the bathroom and called to Lee to clear up the lounge. He’d been happily drinking a cider and chatting to Uncle Matt unaware of the onslaught.
Trying to manoeuvre Ollie out of his clothes whilst containing the sick and not smearing it over him is a talent in itself.
Ollie had gone a nasty shade of grey and very quiet.
Unsure what to do I asked Harry to come and take a bath with Ollie to contain the situation and get them to bed quicker.
Harry obliged but only once I’d found his swim shorts as he didn’t want Auntie Kayleigh “ to see his penis” I assured him she didn’t want to see it either!
Boys in the bath, Kayleigh and I perched on the side and I suggested it was surely time for us to crack open a cider. Kayleigh and I, not the twins.
We were all enjoying watching TikTok when Ollie looked like he was going to chunder. Yet again I jumped forward and caught it in my hands. Kayleigh was trying to empty the soap dish for something to use as a container when I yelled at her to lift the toilet seat so I could throw the sick in there.
Harry just sat in the bath looking at us all and laughing. We both suggested he get out but he was quite happy.
I snuggled Ollie up in a towel and got him ready for bed with two pillows so he was practically sat up and a bowl next to him. Lee got him a hot water bottle and made sure we could see and hear him clearly on the monitor.
I went back down to sit with Harry who told me some of Ollies sick was still in the bath and felt like pasta! With that I got him out and ready for bed.
So, to cut a long story short, the reason we haven’t seen Auntie Kayleigh and Uncle Matt in a while is because we have pesky germ filled children!
We are supposed to be at our friends today enjoy a Christmas party and a bit of festive biscuit decorating, maybe even a Vol-au- vent or two, but NO! We have children so we are still sat in our pyjamas, responding to their every whim and catching the odd handful of sick here and there!
Merry Christmas indeed!
P.s I wouldn’t change it for the world! Xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 