Friday, March 28, 2008


Ok, one fun one before I go.

We were staying in a hotel this past week. All of us. In one room. Sleeping. The Lord is good, and we all slept really well. Although I did enjoy sleeping in my own room last night listening to only one person breathing through the night.

It was 4:30 am Tuesday and I hear coughing, crying and then...ugg.

Owen threw up. When babies throw up you remember the utter out-of-control feeling of being sick. They don't know what's happening and have no idea if it will happen again. So I'm trying to get the poor guy cleaned up (it wasn't a lot), and changed. I am amazed that no one else is even stirring. Especially the Hubs. I "nudge" him and tell him what has happened, and I need him to replace Owen's bedding. He stumbles awake and reaches for his glasses to find his way around.

Instantly he is thinking..."Whoa, it is so dark in here."

He had his sunglasses on.

I laughed so hard. LATER.

Ps. Owen was fine for the rest of the night and the trip. My thought was he coughed to hard on some phlegm. In case you wanted to know!


emilymcd said...

ahahaha... You all must have been exhausted. That's one for the books. Like the time Carey got paint on himself last summer. :)

We are SO glad you're back. We missed your blog stories and we missed you.

Dave and Jenni said...

That is hilarious! At least you can laugh about a yucky situation now!