Oh my lordy. We woke up to a sick little man this morning. As I was rushing him to the bathroom he threw up, allllll over me. Then all over the bed, the bathroom, the living room floor…the list goes on. More than anything I just feel terrible for him. Throwing up is scary, and every time he looks at us, and if I could read the thoughts going through his head I think it’d go a little like this: ‘WHAT THE EFF IS HAPPENING TO ME AND WHY WON’T YOU MAKE IT STOP?’ Poor thing. He’s now switched to more sleeping, less puking, and we’re hoping that the rest of the day continues on that path.