We arrived safe and sound through rainstorms into Louisville, Kentucky (or in Lucy speak, ‘Tucky).  When the folks in KY heard that we were going through Chicago, they were convinced that we were going to be spending the night because there was a snow storm forecasted.  But it missed the airport and we made our flight.

Uncle Rob was very gracious in picking us up at the Louisville airport, which is about 1.25 hours from Lexington.  He drove through very heavy rain to get to us.  We got to Casa De Perez at about 11pm, and that was OK, because we didn’t have any plans until lunch on Thursday.

Thanksgiving lunch was at a local restaurant that served up main dishes of turkey, ham, chicken, etc, and then had a buffet bar for all the rest.  Very tasty.  In addition to the Perez clan of Rob, Diane, Samantha and Calvin, Laura and Francie Wasson participated in our festivities.  (Uncle Jesse was travelling).

Diane had layed out a feast of desserts for us when we returned.  We had some lunch leftovers for dinner and the kids had some leftover pizza.  Max and Lucy went to bed about 9p and Toby and I followed about 10:30p.  At 10:35p we heard some barking from where the kids were sleeping.  I say ‘were’ sleeping because Max was sitting up on his air-mattress in a pool of his own vomit.  He had projectile- vomited all over himself, the wall, the pillows and the floor.

We cleaned him up and cleaned up the mess as best as possible (the air-mattress and a pillow stayed outside for the whole weekend).  It took about 45 minutes.  Max had complained about his tummy right after the pizza, so I thought it was the food.  At the point where we were ready to get back to bed, Max had another incident.  But we were ready this time.   We had a bucket close at hand and he successfully used it.  This pattern of barfing every hour went on until about 7 am.  He had nothing left in him after the first couple of heaves.  I stayed up with him all night, and we both felt miserable the next day.