We met R.'s brother's family at Flight trampoline. We had a really nice time. C. came with us. Then we went to the Chili's on Wolf Road. R.'s sister T.'s family stopped by to hug everyone goodbye. That was nice. Then we returned to the hotel and decompressed briefly before going to Crossroads Mall next to the hotel to see Coco (and the Olaf short before it). It was even better than the reviews! I loved both of them. They are both about the complexity of family that one loves, but have powerful negative history with.
T. just wanted to get a frozen cheese pizza from the market at the hotel, and A. said she felt full already (This Is Foreshadowing, altho we didn't know it at the time). R. and I got takeout from Sushi Tei and C. joined us for that. Shortly after going to bed, A. got up to use the loo and had diarrhea. And that wasn't the end of it -- the snickers bar and a bunch of the movie popcorn came up next. Bleah. Front desk staff was awesome about getting us replacement bedding (twice, because I asked for queen, when I should have asked for king). And fortunately, A. didn't throw up a second time; I had her sleep propped up on the couch with a big garbage bag laid out where it would have landed, thus invoking Murphy on my side.
This isn't my first time with a sick kid in a hotel, but the other times, the kid was T., and he's better about getting the vomit into the bathroom. Oh well! Gotta love a girl who will apologize that she has a disability that makes it impossible for her to know much less tell you how her insides are feeling. It's true -- she has that.
Sushi Tei was really, really good.
T. just wanted to get a frozen cheese pizza from the market at the hotel, and A. said she felt full already (This Is Foreshadowing, altho we didn't know it at the time). R. and I got takeout from Sushi Tei and C. joined us for that. Shortly after going to bed, A. got up to use the loo and had diarrhea. And that wasn't the end of it -- the snickers bar and a bunch of the movie popcorn came up next. Bleah. Front desk staff was awesome about getting us replacement bedding (twice, because I asked for queen, when I should have asked for king). And fortunately, A. didn't throw up a second time; I had her sleep propped up on the couch with a big garbage bag laid out where it would have landed, thus invoking Murphy on my side.
This isn't my first time with a sick kid in a hotel, but the other times, the kid was T., and he's better about getting the vomit into the bathroom. Oh well! Gotta love a girl who will apologize that she has a disability that makes it impossible for her to know much less tell you how her insides are feeling. It's true -- she has that.
Sushi Tei was really, really good.