A Day at Home, a winning athlete in the family, and an upcoming get-together

This was supposed to be Sunday night's post, but blogger.com as down, so here it is in the middle of Monday. Will I post tonight? Depends on what I feel I have to say.

I spent the whole day at home, though I didn't mean to. Jacob woke me at 7:15 with the news that he was sick. Throughout the day he threw up three times--one in the commode, once in the driveway (there went the trip to Central Market--he said, "I don't want to go to the grocery store any more") and once on the kitchen floor, barely missing the Kilim rug. Other times he sat helplessly on the potty, with no results except a bit of pee. In between, he was fairly content lying in his bed and watching the Disney channel, and I was content with my book, so we were happy campers. He crawled into bed with me early this morning and then again after nap, when he had a dream that scared him. So if he has a viral gastroenteritis, which my brother predicted, I'll probably get it too--darn! But it was nice to cuddle with him, and on a truly hot and humid day, staying inside wasn't all bad. I made a bison meatloaf and roasted potatoes for Jacob's parents for dinner, but we confined him to boiled potatoes. It was sort of a rushed dinner as they were in a hurry to get him home. I'm anticipating having to keep him after a doctor's appt. tomorrow, which is okay.
Our stunning family news is that Jamie won a fourth-place trophy in the triathlon he did today--it was in Dallas and I know no details about his times, number of competitors, etc., but wow! fourth place! Since Rob, who works with him, beat him by thirty seconds in the last race, this was a sweet comeback for Jame. (Rob didn't enter the race.) Jame was in Colorado much of the past week, sending bulletins about whether he was winning or losing at poker and pictures of the huge trout he caught. I worried that wasn't exactly good training for a race and then today I worried about the heat and humidity, but I guess mothers always worry when they don't need to. Anyway, I join with the rest of the family in cheering him on tonight.
Now I'm beginning to plan for a visit from the Houston Alters next weekend. The Frisco Alters will be here some or all of the weekend, and I'll have Jacob, though Jordan won't join us until Saturday evening and Christian will be working. Megan and her bunch can't come, but it will still be a good visit, and I'm excited. My way of working on excitement is to plan menus.
Stayed up way too late finished the second Stieg Larsson book, but it was worth it. Good writer, indeed wonderful writer, though sometimes I detected coincidences, plotting that didn't quite hold together, etc. Didn't keep me from hanging on every word.

Grandmother on duty

Jordan called this morning at 7:14, woke me up, then said, "Call me when you wake up. Jacob's sick, and I need you to come over here for a couple of hours." Half an hour later I called back and said, "I'll watch him all morning if you'll bring him here." Ended up I had Jacob all day, except for the hour his dad took him to the doctor. He was pretty cheerful for a kid with a temperature and a cold, and after he came back from the doctor he ate a good lunch. I put him down for a nap and had to go back much later to issue a strong warning: no more playing with his toys. So he slept for an hour and a half, and I slept for a little less, but not a peaceful sleep. I kept hearing him cough and slept with one ear open. When he woke up he complained he didn't feel well, kept pointing to his throat, so I guess he had a sore throat. Then we had the scene of trying to get him the medicine Jordan brought, and all the while Elizabeth was patiently waiting because she and I were going to work on a joint project. Then both Colin and Lisa called, and I didn't have time to chat with either of them.
Jordan left with Jacob, Elizabeth and I poured ourselves some wine, and had a good meeting.
It was a wet, raw day, and I didn't mind staying in at all--though I canceled a lunch appointment. Jacob was good company most of the day and much of the morning, he watched a DVD while I worked at my desk--so we were companionable yet in separate rooms.
But I will confess at the end of the day I'm tired. All that step and fetch it business--I want water, I want milk, I need to peepee, no I don't want to peepee, no I don't want to change my clothes (his pants were not wet but damp). Each time he said, "I want," I said, "May I please,"' and he repeated it. I've just forgotten how much work three-year-olds are.
Tomorrow I have a meeting at ten and cannot keep him, plus Jordan and I were going to lunch to celebrate her St. Patrick's Day b'day, but who knows? I may take her Doris casserole for a stay-at-home lunch. Maybe I can manage a little wine too.
Anyway it was a good day, nice to be needed as a grandmother and to be able to help. Even though Jacob did say, "You're a bad girl, Juju!"