My Husband, poop, and vomit

Last week he drove me nuts . . . because of bad timing. He had a show the week we got back from India and wasn't able to be home in the evenings.

This week he more than made up for that. We had a nasty stomach bug - me, Maddie, and Myles. Dan has his school concert on the 19th, already missed a week of prep being in India, and then had to stay home not one, but two days to take care of the kids, because I just couldn't. I couldn't even get out of bed.

Dan dealt with vomit, poop, all of the diapers (we've got two kiddos in 'em), and our new guy who is usually attached to me like velcro. He did it without complaint, and with much more patience than I have. (Oh, he also had to deal with my whining).

Last night all five of us were in our nice new king sized bed asleep. We were all on the mend. Then poor little Madeline vomitted EVERYWHERE. She managed to hit every piece of bedding, every pillow case, and Max! We managed to get Myles into his bed without waking up. We got Maddie all bathed (btw, she happily told a Madeline story the whole time, unphased by the projectile vomit episode). I went to get Max into new jammies. His diaper was quite wet, so I decided to change that while I was at it. Well, as soon as I took that diaper off he peed all over the our side of the bed.

Dan and I just broke into near maniacal fits of laughter. Ah, the joys of parenting.