The News


The Bad News:

  • Scooters caught the stomach bug.
  • Mommy caught the stomach bug.
  • The worms hated their new home and did everything possible to escape.

The Good News:

  • Daddy stayed home from work and took great care of Scooters, Bubbers and Mommy.  (Thank you!!!)
  • Mommy found other articles online about how to do worm composting.
  • She made a new home for them and moved them all into it.


The Current News:

  • The bug is lingering, but Bubbers, Scooters and Mommy are very close to being okay again.
  • We have really enjoyed clearing our entire schedule and just hanging out and healing for the last four days.
  • Poor Daddy has caught the stomach bug.  :(
  • The worms are staying inside their new home!!

On the mend (and our new worm farm!)

Thank you for your concern everyone! Bubbers is still under the weather, but definitely on the mend.

While he didn’t throw up at all yesterday, he did tell me, “I’m kind of miserable just like Satan. He’s miserable, but I’m not as miserable as him.”

Then he told me he was going to build the tallest wall in the world to keep Satan from getting to him and tempting him when he turns eight years old and reaches the age of accountability.  I smiled and said that was such a great idea! And then I said that’s what it’s like when you obey God’s commandments.  He gives you the power to resist Satan–like a big wall to keep him out. He thought that was pretty neat. :)

Then I thought he was very close to being back to normal– until he gave me a vomit shower at 6:30 am this morning.  I yelped with such absolute shock and horror that it scared poor Scooters who started crying.  (It’s kind of cute how sensitive these little guys are to when Mommy gets upset).

But we all survived and got cleaned up.  And by 11:00 am, the Bubbers King was feeling so chipper that he went to the mailbox with Scooters (who is also a bit under the weather) and I.

And we were so excited!!  We finally got the package we’ve been waiting for!!



(And they were still alive after five days in the mail– I’m so glad!!)


I read an article about using worms for composting (click here to read it) and immediately fell in love with it.


So I got some 10 gallon containers at Walmart and drilled a bunch of holes in them.


Then we put in our damp shredded paper, dirt and beloved worms.


Then we added all the kitchen scraps I’ve been saving up for them.  And then on top of all the stinky stuff, we put in a bunch of old bread.  The boys helped me break it into pieces.


Bubbers was so cute and kept telling them, “I love you, worms! Here’s your food, worms! This is your new home, worms!”  He was sad when they were all covered and he couldn’t see them anymore.


But then two adventurous worms kept trying to crawl out and Bubbers loved it!


Scooters helped us fill, too!


And boy oh boy…


Did he take his job seriously!


“Whatchu talkin’ bout, Willis?”


But never fear!


With the Scooters-toopa-man, it’s only a matter of time before…




After that, we put on the lid and I moved them into their new location in the garage.

Now all we have to do is wait.  Add more food.  Wait some more.  And then PRESTO!  We’ll have super dirt and more worms to put in our garden!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask Bubbers.  He knows all about this stuff now.  “Worms eat the food we don’t want anymore and then their POO-POOS are DIRT for our GARDEN!!”

So, there you have it, folks!  Bubbers (and Scooters) are close to being the picture of health again.  And we have new pet worms in the garage!

“There’s a bug in my stomach”

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Behold the poor Bubbers King.

Right when his nose didn’t bleed for a good two days, he woke up this morning at 3:30 am and calmly told us, “There’s a bug in my stomach.” The evidence of said bug had been vomited inside and around the perimeter of his crib.


I pulled out the stomach virus instructions I wrote down from a great nurse a while back and I’ve been having a nice mellow day washing multiple loads of his sheets and blankets while nursing our sweet invalid back to health.

He’s been such a good sport–running to the toilet on his own and laying around with hardly a complaint. When he walked out of his room with his favorite “bone shirt” on backwards and told me in a pitifully weak voice, “I prefer it this way,” I didn’t have the heart to press the matter.

And even though he requested hot chocolate and told me, “I can drink hot chocolate because it will be so hot that it will kill the bug in my stomach,” he has obediently and happily stuck to his water (marked with masking tape) and his pedialyte (marked with no masking tape). And he even said, “I’m trying to drink a lot of my salt drink so I get better faster.”

I couldn’t ask for a sweeter patient. :)