Well, last night it was deja vu all over again.
Eldest had a baseball game, so I met Hubby and the boyz at the ball field. While Eldest was playing his game, Middle and Baby were running around like wild men. I swear the babysitter must have fed them SUGAR PACKETS for dinner.
We arrived back to the Trenches. Baby started really complaining of a headache.
What 3 year old complains of this? I was concerned. He kept crying. Every once in a while, he would mention that his belly hurt too.
Bathtime and pajamas.
Baby was pretty miserable. Meanwhile, Hubby was outside washing a carseat because Middle had "saved" his chewed piece of gum on his armrest, which of course got sticky and messy. (Which in turn caused Hubby to twitch and have to wash the carseat RIGHT THEN.)
I was inside, trying to get organized.
(Oh, did I mention that we are heading to NY right after I get out of work today? For a visit with my fam over the long weekend. And my BFF will be in town from Orlando!)
Middle and Eldest were demanding dessert while watching American Idol.
I was getting ready to dose Baby with Motrin (my answer to all life's problems.) (Well, that and booze.)
So I sat him on the counter.
And then he started heaving. And heaving.
All I could do was hold his shoulders so he didn't fall off the counter. I widened my stance, and he vomited all over the floor. And yes, it splashed on my bare feet.
Yum. Regurgitated cheese stick and watermelon.
After that, he felt fine. Totally wiped out, but better.
(Honestly? I was kinda impressed that he made it almost 4 years without vomiting. Especially in our Trenches. And now I have written record of it. I betcha those progress charts/calendars don't have a sticker that says FIRST REAL PUKE. Gotta love the blog for that.)
And then he fell asleep on me on the couch. My poor little buddy.
So this morning - he seemed fine. He's still on amoxicillan for the double ear infection, so perhaps it was a side effect of that? Or perhaps it was too much roughhousing? Or perhaps he's overly excited about tonight's road trip?
So anyway, Grandma and Poppa, the boyz can't WAIT to
Pukey McPukerson himself