The day before Christmas Triton had thrown up and had a fever. We hoped that it was just a 24 hour thing and that he would feel better by Christmas morning. It didn't happen. I worked Christmas Eve night and returned home from work at 9:00 in the morning and we roused the little man to open presents and head to Grandma's. He wasn't feeling well, had a small fever and in the middle of our presents he threw up again. So, Sheri took Quinn and did her side of the family. Yes, Sheri cried because we had to spend the morning apart. I figured it best that she get to see her side of the family since a couple of them have to drive from Utah.
Triton started feeling a bit better around noon or so, but I didn't want to drag him out yet. I figured he might be okay to do the late afternoon stuff that was just in town. Sheri's family lives about 15 minutes outside of town, not that far, but I didn't want to have Triton throw up in the car either. I made the little man take a nap with me since he was sick and I was dead tired. The gift that Santa brought him that morning (which he loved and wanted to play with) didn't work. Dang Santa bringing a gift that doesn't work. Good thing he left a Toys R Us receipt to take it back and exchange. It was a race car track. You have to shake the cars in order for them to rev up and then they race around the track once or twice. Well the cars act like they rev up and you put them down but they just sit there! So his luck is turning out to be like mine. He loves the gift but can't play with it on a day that he is mega sick.
My cousin Brandon who is in the Marines was due to arrive in Idaho Falls so I was going to probably drag Triton out no matter what in the afternoon. We woke up around 4:30 from a 3 hour nap or so and headed to Sheri's mom's. Sheri was already there and had stopped by our home to get us but left us asleep and we woke up about ten minutes after she left. More great luck. So we take Triton over to Papa crazy's (Sheri's step-dad) and he is feeling a little better but won't eat much still. He was of course running around and I knew that it would catch up to him since it obviously wasn't just a 24 hour bug. Brandon got into town a little early and I was mad because I wanted to be over at my dad's when he arrived but we weren't able to be there. We ran back home to get my dad and stepmom's gifts (which I of course forgot). Then headed to my dad's. It was so good to see Brandon. He was the first brother (I think of my cousins as brothers) that I had. He and I are basically the same age and we saw each other for the first maybe 4 years of our life and everything after that was sporadic. He was an army brat so he obviously moved a lot. From my dad's house Brandon, his wife and I went to my grandma's on my dad's side of the family. Brandon wanted to surprise her on Christmas without her knowing that he was coming. Sheri took Triton and Quinn home. I guess my grandma had shingles and I didn't want her to give my kids chicken pox. We get there and find out that she had gotten rid of them like two weeks before. More great luck.
She was very happy to see Brandon. He and her have always been very close. It was nice to see her so happy. She didn't like the fact that I didn't tell her that he was coming, but Brandon didn't want me to tell anyone. We stay there for a little while and Brandon was going to go back to my dad's, but I had him take me home so I could see how my little boy was holding up. I figured that the past 5 hours had caught up to him and that he would be sick as a dog again when I walked in the house. He was running around playing with his new toys when I came in. We settled things down a bit and I hugged him as he was sitting on the couch and I noticed (even though he was acting a ton better) that he had a fever. I took his temperature and found that he was at 102.5. I gave him some children's Tylenol and made him go to bed. He was great the next day (thank goodness). Papa Rick and his wife Betty stopped by to watch Triton open their gifts for him. Triton and I saved their gifts for the next day since we weren't able to visit them on the norm. It was a good Christmas for the fact that Brandon came to town, but wicked sad that Triton was too sick to go out. I feel bad that I took him out and maybe made him worse that night. I needed to see my Brandon though.
I tried to get work off while he was here, but I wasn't able to. So for the week that he was here I got to have three days off. It wasn't bad but I would have wanted all days off.
Here is Brandon with Triton. They played Mariokart and Triton won more races than Brandon did on the first day they played. Brandon had never played before so it wasn't too much of an upset since Triton plays a lot.
The next day though Brandon won 9 of the 12 races that we setup, so he got his revenge on the 3 year old.
Here is Brandon and his wife Toni holding my precious Quinn. I am hoping that they get on the move of starting a family of their own.
Brandon is getting out of the Marines in September and hopefully then they will get on the making babies train. I think they would be great parents and make beautiful babies. So hurry up, Triton and Quinn need more cousins.
It was sad when Brandon and Toni left. I didn't want them to go and wish they would move here someday, but that isn't going to happen. They both grew up in Hawaii and wouldn't hack it in the cold weather. It sucks not being able to see them all the time like most of our family, but such is life I guess.
So this last week Triton started school. He is in preschool and it was his first day to go on his own. He was going to a one day a week class for a few months before but I went with him and it was only an hour. For this class he is by himself the whole time for 2 hours and 40 minutes. I dropped him off 4 days, they don't go on Wednesdays and everyday he cried when I dropped him off. When I pick him up he is fine and says that he likes school. That is of course until the next day I guess. So, I noticed that the other kids had a backpack when I dropped him off that first day. So I took him to Walmart and got him a backpack of his choice. He chose Ironman. He has never watched Ironman, but he knows who he is and that is what he wanted. Of course for that whole night he wore the backpack where ever he was. He had it all the whole time. It was cute and I am glad that he is in a class that enables him to interact with other children. We didn't want him to go to daycare, but it is obvious with his speech being behind that it is my fault because I am not a person who talks a whole lot. He will catch up now and hopefully be ready to tackle kindergarten when the time comes.
