Crab Claws By The Bucket

Yesterday was a long, hard day. It started out really fun in the AM, as we took Zach on a "Zach Day", treating him to a movie (the excellent "A Christmas Carol")and his favorite lunch (Sushi and other ocean goodness from Noble Fish). Then there was homework and a very difficult evening. Zach was really acting agitated, and then he started to feel queasy around bedtime. Not long after that he was barfing into a bucket and feeling miserable. This went on all night long.


At first I thought he might have eaten a bad crab or something. We shared some crazy tiny dried "snacking crabs" that sort of gave the impression of eating cockroaches but tasted fantastic. Or perhaps it was the "tentacle" he ate. But the more I thought about it, that seemed less likely. After all, I ate the same stuff he did, and more of it. And we've had the stomach bug ripping through our house like a tornado lately so I guess it's probably from that. I must admit though, it doesn't appear to be any fun vomiting tiny crab claws out of your nose.



But during the early, good part of the day, we had a blast giving Zach time with just Heather and I, something he rarely if ever gets. We need to do that again sometime soon. Sans the crab-vomiting of course.