Oy, what a day. It started out well enough, waking up (too) early after Sprout's party the night before. Then it devolved into what I like to think of as the Barftacular Pukefest of 2004. Sprout had been mildly sick the night before his party, vomiting a few times, but seemed fine by about midnight, so we went ahead with our plans. This morning, when we woke up, Hero said he was feeling sick, so I took Pearl to gymnastics by myself, and he stayed home with Sprout. Pearl and I had a lovely afternoon out, and she fell asleep on the way home. Nothing that unusal so far. She asked to watch The Nutcracker (again) when we got home, and about 10 minutes later I heard, "Mommy! choke, cough MOMMY!" Poor baby had thrown up all over herself and the futon, and a comforter, etc. I grabbed her and rushed to the bathroom, and from that moment on it's been a festival of chunks and laundry. Sorry for the details, but I suppose I want my misery to have some equally grossed-out company. This wasn't exactly how I had planned to remember Sprout's first birthday, but it will definitely be a memorable one.
Also, part one of his birth story will be posted shortly. I tend to make these things long....
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LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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