**Updated to add the 3rd victm.
I'm sorry to be so gruesome, but I'm just keepin' it real here at Smockity Central.
We have another victim of the stomach virus. As of right now, I have roughly 5-10 minutes between each "episode" to throw things into the washer (Why, oh why did I insist on giving baby a "lovie" that she absolutely needs for comfort?), change a diaper, rinse out a washcloth, chronicle all of it for your blogging pleasure, etc.
A commenter asked how we keep everyone in the family from getting sick, and the answer to that, as I'm sure you can guess, is: We don't. I am, unfortunately, predicting a repeat of The Dismal Days of '06, as we like to call it around here, when every single one of us were moaning, groaning, and gagging simultaneously. Dark days, my friends. Dark days, indeed.
So, without further adieu, here is my list of The Things I Hate About Babies Throwing Up:
- I need octopus arms in order to hold the bowl, make the baby look toward the bowl instead of flinging her head from side to side, and keep her hands away from her mouth in an attempt to stop what is happening.
- That pitiful look in her eyes that seems to say, "Why are you making me do this?"
The Things I Hate About Big Kids Throwing Up:
- Chew your food, for Pete's sake!