Growing Up, Part #2....

Welllllll...............in my last post I showed y'all that Pres is now in a "big boy bed". Let me recount that night, in detail, for all to know. A warning here to those who either...
A.) have a weak stomach
B.) Have no kids and will therefore think us in need of an asylum for wanting more kids
C.) Dads who do not have the natural "mommy" hormones to help them.

Pres went to bed just fine. He only got out of bed twice, and each time he slowly opened his door, saw me, and ran laughing back to his bed. All is well.
Fast forward to around 2 a.m.

Ethan: "MOM! DAD! Pres is throwing up!!!!"

This happens to be the night Pres gets sick. The night he happens to be in his own bed for the first time.
He has lost his supper (and lunch...) all over his bed, himself, Ethan and Ethan's bed, the floor, the pillows, his stuffed animals.....must I go on?
And since this happens to be the first night he is not in a crib, he is walking around the room.....spreading his partially digested food from the past day allll around.

See, these are the things that endear us to our kids. Only a mom can clean vomit out of her hair, her kids hair and her home at 2 a.m. and STILL be desperately in love with the perpetrator. And really....one has not lived till one has been thrown up on by a child. It is a pitiful experience....not necessarily for the mom, but for the poor little one that clings to her while losing his stomach, in need of her comfort.

Now, let us fast forward to the next night. Pres is much better and sound asleep in his bed.
Kellen: " MOM! DAD! I am gonna throw up!!!" Then ensues endless hours of every 10 minute vomiting.
About 3 hours after that....
Ethan: "MOM! DAD! I am gonna throw up!!!"
Now we have 2 kids barfing, one getting over the barfing and one ready to play....and a mom who is also beginning to feel the effects of 2 nights with little sleep....and a sour stomach herself.
It is always nice to help your two kids throw up while needing to do so yourself.
Thankfully, Josiah felt great :) and was a wonderful help to us all.
To bad he doesn't have those female/mothering hormones. Poor guy. He has to get through it by shear willpower. At least I can blame my insanity (of wanting to help my kids spew) on mothering hormones.
Did I mention that I am really looking forward to having another baby in the future?! :)