Ricky has lost a whole pant size (lucky man) and I have lost 7 pounds from the wretched stomach virus (also known as the Black Plague as I joked with some people at work). I seriously have no problem gaining that back with some tasty good eatin'. Problem is, we still don't have a good appetite. I keep wanting to gag when I look at food.
Cookies? blaaaach (but okay, if you insist). Then I try to eat one and I really don't want to.
A hotdog? aaahhhhh nooooo
These were two of the many foods that were laid out on tables today at a community picnic we went to tonight. Tickets we paid for about a month ago.
Note to self:
Never ever pay for food in advance.
The kids are doing pretty good. James still nibbles here and there but refuses any real meal. We are feeding them normal foods despite the uuuhhh.. well ya know, uuhhh "interesting" filled diapers. I don't think the kids even want to look at another banana ever again.
Natalie actually will eat a portion of a meal bless her heart. I don't blame James for not wanting to eat much. I totally get why. So, we just keep offering foods here and there. We always know that something is up when he refuses foods we KNOW he loves. There aren't many of them..but still.
So, it's day 5 of this crap. And we feel about 50% normal. Bleeechhh