Why, oh why, did we spend part of our car ride home last night discussing the finer points of our children vomiting? It was like I somehow voodoo-ed it upon my son. Are your kids barfing? This morning, at 5:40, I heard him screaming for me. He's been throwing up since. I'd also like to know how children can be throwing up one minute and jumping around the next. When I finish ralphing I'm shaky and, while my stomach feels temporarily better, I certainly do not dance around my home. Maybe life has jaded me. Maybe I know, in my head, that there's more coming. Perhaps the tragedy of barf (life) hasn't quite gotten to my son yet.
There is a silver lining. At close to three, he gives us about a two second warning, which seems like eternity compared to the way he threw up when he was a baby.
Here's hoping that the vomiting subsides soon~