Yesterday...the great Vick's debacle of 2011

Yesterday was a normal day: me feeling terrible and C with lots of energy ready to burn.  So by the time I worked myself to getting out of the house the wind had really picked up.  We headed to the park anyway, but didn't last more than 10 or 15 minutes.  It was crazy windy. 

Then we had kindermusik, where C kept saying he wanted to go home (awesome).  Then on to the really great stuff.  Naptime.  Oh how I need naptime.  When he naps, I try to nap/rest as well.  Yesterday I ended up in my bed while he was asleep as well after a particularly nasty spell of being sick.  When I get really sick, I end up really dizzy and worn out afterwards.  C was patient in the morning, but b/c we hadn't done much he didn't think he was tired.  He played in his room for an hour (which was loud, so I couldn't sleep), then he came out to say he was done.  I said, oh no you aren't--back to bed.  This time he was quiet, so I fell asleep for about 30 minutes.  When I woke up I heard Scott talking (he was working from home and evidently heard C yelling).  I turn the corner to see Scott carrying C at arms length to the bathroom.  I assumed he'd vomited b/c he's been doing that for the last week with this crazy drainage cough he has.  Scott said, no, no vomit. Come and look.  It was a sight to behold.

You probably need to supersize the photo to appreciate the amount of Vick's that is on his face.  He had rubbed almost an entire jar of baby Vick's on his face and hair.  I guess he was trying to get it on his chest and back, which is why he got it all over his shirt. Amazingly enough he didn't get it on anything else--not his bed (where he was), not his animals, bedding, blankie or anything.  I was shocked.  I was mad.  Scott was much calmer thankfully and he took care of the removal.  Unfortunately the shirt had to be thrown away--no salvaging it--which is sad b/c it was his favorite.  The removal from the hair didn't go so well.  After about 12 washings, a fine-toothed comb, and dish soap we called it quits. Scott washed it one more time before bed.

Today he looks like a grease ball, but it will eventually wash out.