the vomiting trio

(Please note: image on left has nothing to do with the story that follows. I just felt like I needed a picture, and I realized I never shared that one in all of its adorable-ness.)

Yesterday morning poor little Everett awoke in a dry pile of vomit. He's been known to occasionally stick his fingers down his throat, so I was praying to the good lord above that he'd done just that. You know, like a one-time thing. We all got ready and drove to Elmo's to have breakfast, and he threw up again in the parking lot. I turned around and took him home, my Mexican omelet would have to wait for another day. Later he puked right down my shirt... there is nothing quite like hot baby throw-up covering the entire front of your body. Especially when there are raisins in it.

Anyone who has more than one kid knows where this story is going. Because when one child gets sick, THEY ALL GET SICK. Gray was especially lethargic today, and while standing next to me and with no warning whatsoever, threw up all over the floor. He has been puking ever since... thank god for hardwood floors.

After being stuck inside with the vomit squad since yesterday morning, I needed a break and a breath of fresh air that didn't smell like puke. Mark took over when he got home and I headed to the mall for some last-minute shopping. While chatting with the sales girl in Talbots, I get this scary call from Mark. He was incoherent and obviously panicked. Anyone who knows my husband knows that he just doesn't panic. Period. So immediately I am thinking that one of the kids is either seriously hurt or dead (such a glass-is-half-full girl I am!) I finally get out of him that Gray threw up, Mark went to get him a drink but dropped the cup, and when he stood back up from picking the cup off the floor, he hit the corner of the cabinet door so hard that he dropped to the floor and blood was going everywhere. I raced home and there was a big open gash on the top of Mark's head, but being male, he "doesn't need" stitches.

I went back out for more shopping after that, and get another call from Mark that now Miller is throwing up. Right now both Miller and Gray are sleeping on the air mattress here in my office. Hardwood floors are much more forgiving with vomit than the light carpet in their room.

Sigh.

And you know who's getting it next, right? That would be the girl who is hosting Christmas, or her husband, the one with the concussion who needs to assemble the trike.

Merry Christmas.