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Friday, January 23, 2009

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The Gamut, We Run It

If you've been following me on Twitter, yesterday's updates might have led you to believe that my children are cherubs attended by animated bluebirds and chipmunks:

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I mean, they open their mouths, and out comes spun sugar, right? I could barely keep up with the cuteness.

Then at two a.m., somebody came to my bed, opened his cute little mouth and threw up on me. The smell killed all the magical forest creatures within a five-mile radius. So very untwitterable.

I saved it for Facebook.

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Blogger TWINTALES said...

Oh my God - my worst nightmare.

My husband and I have a deal. I'll handle any poop related emergencies but he has to handle vomit.

One night last year one of my twins came into our room in the middle of the night, stood by my side of the bed and said to me "I feel hot". I lifted my head from the pillow and in that split second he threw up on the pillow. Where my head! Had just been!

Hope your little one is feeling better and that a good, hot, cleansing shower restored you.

3:33 PM  
Blogger S said...

oh man. moms must have an iron stomach.

When my oldest was little we were waiting in the drs office...he was laying his head against my chest. He looked up at me and then vomited down the front of my shirt and into my bra.
I nearly died. right there.

3:43 PM  
Blogger Kelley said...

This made me laugh heartily! I also have three boys, and 11-year-old and 7-year-old twins. I am impervious to vomit, or anything else!

I have to tell you I found you because of a mutual friend - my friend (and yours), Heather, said I should read your article in Good Housekeeping. I did, and I loved it! We have had some financial difficulties the past few months, so I could sort of relate.

Heather didn't say exactly where you live, but I know I live very close, so I just had to say hello!

4:29 PM  
Blogger Geoff Meeker said...

Been there, done that, got the stains, and I feel your pain.

Tonight, that same boy - now 16 - asked for a sip of my wine. Just to see what it was like. Oh, dear.

5:00 PM  
Blogger Jennifer H said...

The pendulum does swing, doesn't it? Wide.

(Laughing and cringing at same time...)

7:16 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

So what do you think of twitter? entertaining at first, and then the fun wears off? or am I missing something?

9:58 PM  
Blogger DL Hammons said...

Being born without a sense of smell, I've been the one in our family tabbed to handle all bodily expulsions because of the odor. Everything from projectile vomit to feces grenades. Even at family gatherings if one of the brood is yaking, their calling my name.

I'm cursed!

7:37 AM  
Blogger Shelley said...

My now 16yr old baby felt nauseous the other night, realized she couldn't make it to the bathroom. Her choices were her own bed or the cream coloured carpet. Happily she chose the bed. Then she and her sister sacked out in their brother's bedroom to escape the smell while nurse/mommy cleaned up the mess. John just ran for cover - big strong man!

8:14 AM  
Blogger RW said...

oh. man, the middle of the night vomiting is brutal.

8:48 AM  
Blogger lenniekat said...

Even vomit can be laughable, given some time... hang in there!

2:37 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Sounds about right. They can be so cute one minute and evil demon mush spews forth the next!

2:30 PM  
Blogger Ali said...

parenting sure is fun, eh? ;)

being vomited on? WORST FEAR.

8:22 AM  

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