ABowlOf Vomit!!!

I guess I'll just stay on a disgusting theme for awhile here...you'll have that with three little ones, I guess :)

I'll start with a bit of background about our Saturday. I had plans to go scrapbooking all day with friends. Brooks' mom asked if she could have Kaicee all day and have her spend the night. My aunt Shirley (remember her from the last post?!?) asked if she could have Breck and Taylor. Brooks decided to meet an old high school friend for dinner.

Brooks ended up having to go pick up Taylor becuase she was crying for daddy...and threw up. We figured it was probally from crying and her runny nose/drainage she's had the last couple days. When he got there to pick her up she was excited to see him...and then threw up all over again!

After bringing her home, he got out a bowl and sat it on the floor beside them as he sat and held her. He explained to her that if she had to throw up again, to do so in the bowl. She laid in his arms on the couch until she fell asleep. He put her to bed and went to bed himself.

Fast forward a few (or several) hours and I come home from a great night of scrapbooking (or talking) with friends :) I notice a bowl on the end table and assume Brooks had some popcorn...no big deal. I check on my little "bug" who is sleeping peacefully and walk back out to the kitchen, passing the bowl. I reach down to grab the bowl and notice....there is vomit in it!!! Are you serious?!?! Did he really leave a bowl of vomit on the table?!?! That is disgusting!!!!

Fast forward to 10:30 Sunday morning (when I finally roll out of bed) and Breck and Taylor are playing :) ...I ask about the bowl. He explains that he got it out in case Taylor got sick again...but she didn't. Um, excuse me?!?!...that's not what I saw last night!

We asked Taylor if she came out in the middle of the night and threw up in the bowl...yep! We laughed so hard. Poor little thing didn't feel good at all...but remembered that daddy told her if she needed to throw up, to do so in the bowl!

Our little 2 1/2 year old...got up, walked out to the living room, found the bowl, threw up in it, put it on the end table, and went back to bed...all the while, daddy is sawing logs in his own warm bed! She did't get anything on the floor, her sheets, her hair, her pj's, her blankie, anywhere!!! I couldn't believe it!