Guess who puked in his bed last night? Nothing like waking up to wash sheets and clean up the puke trail that he left down the hallway. Oh the joys of parenting. And I imagine I will be puking by tomorrow night because before bed last night, Ben was giving me tons of kisses and telling me that he wants to marry me. Of course, I told him I will leave his father and marry him just name the time and place. Instead of a ring, he probably gave me a stomach virus.
Noah finished his antibiotic yesterday, just in time to catch the stomach virus that is floating around our house. I'm hoping he escapes it.
I'm seriously wondering if we will make it through this winter.