Monday, February 8, 2010

Super Bowl XLIV: A Cluckin' Up-Chuckin' Weekend

Hello There,

So this weekend being my last on paternity leave, we partied it up, Busy-Dad-E-style.

On Saturday we went to my newphew, Little Cousin's, 1st birthday party. Big & Little Brother thoroughly enjoyed opening and playing with all of Little Cousin's gifts while he napped watching Little Cousin open his presents. Big Brother was actually a very gentle, helpful present distributor.

All I can say is that a 1 year-old who has homemade pizza and cake at his birthday party ia\s cool, in my book.

The boys were also graced with Big Brother presents from Little Cousin's grandparents. They both got webkins. Little Brother got a puppy that he named, well, Puppy. Big Brother got a triceratops the he named...

Mr. Donkey.

All I can say is my 5 year-old is awesome. C'mon, who wouldn't want to party with a dinosaur named Mr. Donkey?

We ended up staying with Mom-E's family most of the day after the party. We decided that Grampap-E and I would go to Wendy's to pick up dinner.

After much coaxing, and reminding that it would complete his "New Food Chart", resulting in a trip to Target for a small prize, my #1 picky eater actually took a bite of a Wendy's chicken nugget, his first bite of chicken EVER. We were floored.

Due to fatigue and deliriumTo our surprise, Big Brother professed his love for chicken.

"I'm going to tell everyone I know that I eat chicken."

It's about cluckin' time, dude.

And for "dessert", all 3 boys fell asleep in the minivan on the way home, a rare trifecta.

And the party continued long after we got home and the boys were in bed.

I awoke at 3am to nausea so bad I thought I was pregnant.

This "appetizer" was followed by a 3.5-hour course of up-chukin', with some diacoflupus for dessert.

I retched and puked so hard that I have a 6 pack now, and weigh about 5 lbs less. Though I felt like my throat, esophagus, and stomach was swabbed with a hot poker.

In retrospect, by process of elimination, we figure it was my Wendy's side salad.

"What kind of dressing would you like with your salad?"

Oh, do you have a Staph aureus food poisoning? Swell. Good times.

And so you could imagine the wild Super Bowl party we threw yesterday, complete with bananas, rice, crackers, applesauce, gatorade, and--just to spice things up--ginger ale.

For the halftime show, Big Brother has now decided that chiken is yucky and he doesn't want to eat it.

But the company was still stellar, with Little Brother cuddling up next to me and Big Brother repeatedly assuring me that "you'll feel better soon".

I'd suffer through it again if it meant that Big Brother would eat chicken, even just one bite.

Have a good week,


  1. I make homemade fried chicken breast that not one child has ever turned down. Maybe you should give it a try.

  2. My kids have never met a chicken nugget that they didn't like.

    Mr. Donkey - FTW!

  3. Glad you are feeling better. I feel bad that I suggested we get "take out." Hopefully Big Brother will try chicken again soon.

  4. UGH! I"m so sorry you got sick...that is awful! It sounds painful just thinking about it, and I"m glad it turned out that the pregnancy test came back negative (HA!). Big brother should have come over for chicken nuggets while we watched the SB! Little cousin was happy to have you all at his bday party and is having so much fun with the toys you guys gave hime!!! Love, aunt-e

  5. @WM: Can you send some chicken via my blog?

    @Eric: My boys have never met a granola bar they didn'tlike.

    @Gramm-E: Thanks. I'm about 85% today. Poor Little Brother still has the diacoflupus.

    @Aunt-E: It was/still is painful. But we had a great time at the party.

  6. I thought I had a picky eater - but she'll eat chicken nuggets here or there or anywhere.

  7. I am so sorry you suffered with food poisoning. I had it a few times, ending up in the hospital twice. BAD way to gain a six pack and lose a few pounds. I do hope by now you're feeling better. I have no chicken recipies for you. I also have a picky eater, but she will eat chicken.

    BTW, I went to a my 7-year-old nephew's birthday party on Sunday. Lots of children from three months to seven were there. The older ones were just a tad loud. All the sudden I started to remember the birthday parties I threw for my two girls when they were young. When did I become unacustomed to loud noises? and thumps? and crying? I felt old. But the pulled pork was good.