K so I figured I should document this before I forget it. The other day I gave Luke some hot pink tylenol (teething) and immediately after he had about 8 oz of milk (yea I know, wasn't my best idea). He was playing in the kitchen while I was doing the dishes but he kept coughing- I think he found something on the floor (the kid puts ANYTHING in his mouth). So I pick him up and start burping him to make sure he didn't need to get anything up. About 5 seconds later he threw up hot pink liquid ALL over me, him, my beige rug, and our wood floor. I took him over to the sink, sat him on the counter and took his clothes off, washed his face and arms, grabbed paper towels to wipe off the wood floor and put a huge towel over the rug. I set him down so I could go in the laundry room and get my throw-up drenched clothes off (soaked through 2 layers!) Put them in the washing machine and came back in the family room (in my underwear) to find Luke buck-naked with a messy diaper next to him and rubbing his butt all over the wood floor and giggling. I didn't even know he could get his diaper off, let alone be that gross. So, now there is you-know-what on the floor next to the hot pink throw up. I took him upstairs and put him in the bath while I changed, attempted to get the throw up out of my hair, and then I proceeded to start the cleanup. This was of course during my "quiet time" when Talmage is at preschool and I was planning on getting all kinds of great things done. I couldn't even be mad because it was such a classic mom story, I think us mom's are double blessed on days like this.
