This is a comment I left in response to my friend Sara's post about a night of vomiting (her child's, not her own.) Her question was...ever done laundry at 3:45 in the morning?
"why yes I HAVE done laundry at 345 in the morning due to projectile vomiting!! So...you're in good company. But nothing made me laugh harder than when I heard Dan in the other room ever-so-sweetly comforting Madeline after her first round of puking when suddenly, while looking up at him and listening intently, the next round hit...square in the face! Better him than me!"
That night really was a hellish one. Dan thought for sure after the first three rounds of sickness that she couldn't possibly have an ounce of fluid left in her. But she proved him wrong...a few more times as a matter of fact. He was a trooper though, getting up with her (almost) everytime and dutifully changing her sheets. Eventually we ran out of sheets and neither of us were excited at the prospect of the gift we'd find on them in the morning so I got up and did laundry.
So this is what parenthood is, huh? Yikes... we need to buy more sheets.
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Hi Lyila - I like to read your snippets on life. They remind me of the many nights of poop, puke and snot with my kids. Isn't parenthood fun?
Brenda
Ly, fantastic blog. Great photos and great commentary. Thanks for posting a photograph of Suz and I.
Shaun
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