Five and three-quarter years ago Cambel came into this world and except for the normal baby spitting up issues, he has managed to live these years free of vomit.
That all changed last night at 1 a.m. on our stairs in an episode of vomiting that was, dare I say, epic. I have never seen anyone manage to hit so many things with so much vomit (except for the Cedar Point field trip in 6th grade when the boy on the bus threw up into the wind).
During the cleanup, in which we considered just burning the house down and starting over, Cambel asked repeatedly if he had thrown up on his pajamas. Somehow miraculously he did manage to miss them and this news made him so happy. He kept saying "Good thing I didn't throw up on my pajamas. Ada always throws up on hers."
Yes, we are all so happy you missed your clothes--that we could just throw in the washer--and instead covered everything else.
There is now enough Lysol in the air to kill on contact any germs that Cambel breathes out, and enough bleach on the stairs to kill a small animal.
Whoever patented Lysol in a aerosol container deserved a Nobel prize, or at least a thank you card from me.
3 comments:
So awful. So funny. I'm so confused emotionally. :)
Maria,
I'm so sorry! I hope it does not follow the pattern around here last week, or you'll have to introduce him to a bucket - Eli loved carrying his around :)
I'm sorry Maria. We've spent the last week with sickness here too. Lucky for us ours was not the throwing up kind. Just the fever for 4 days, snotty nose, coughing kind. (Which I will take any day over the throwing up kind.) Sorry for your luck. :)
Post a Comment