Ugh

Ugh and double ugh.

A few things I thought you'd want to know:

1. TPJ and puke are not good together. Especially when the puke is BLUE. Gross.
2. You really don't smell the puke after the second round.
3. There is no worse sensation than touching cold, slimy, icky, puke.
4. I hate puke.


TPJ threw up twice last night. Thankfully, that was it. But may I just say, it was DISGUSTING??? Poor kiddo. I can count on one hand the number of times he's had puking sickness in his entire life. He hates it. I hate it. Aaron hates it.

Really though, we're lucky. TPJ never even had an ear infection until he was almost 3 years old. The first time I remember him puking was when he was about a year and a half, on the way to a wedding. And other than that whole scarlet fever crud, he's only ever been on antibiotics for ear infections.

I hate puke.

I think Starbuck missed her brother today. I wouldn't let TPJ near her. She could see him, he could see her, but no touching. No breathing on each other. For TPJ, this seemed like punishment for being sick. Starbuck is his doll baby. He holds her, feeds her, entertains her--- he's a terrific big brother. She was extra fussy today, wanted to be held more than usual. I think it was because she missed her brother.

I have the new Stephanie Plum book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lean Mean Thirteen!