Barforama, part duex...

Okay, Whimsy was telling me all about her woes with everyone in the family throwing up (except her...but at that point, does it really matter?) with only one of the kids actually making to the toilet...

So, she told me all about this AFTER Charlotte threw up on Wednesday night. We didn't think much of it...she worked herself up crying during bathtime and ended up throwing up a bunch of phlegm (and some chunks, but we figured it was most likely the phlegm causing the whole thing.)

So, last night, at some horrible hour of the morning (I never was with it enough to check the clock) Eva came into our room and told us that something was wrong with her arm and that she had "stomach diaherrhea"...both of us got up, and found out exactly what stomach diarrehea is...all over Eva's PJs, all her sheets...her pillow, blanket, and beloved "monkey george".

So, we cleaned her up, gave her a bucket, set her on the couch, changed her sheets, put her back to bed with said bucket...so far, nothing more has happened, but I am definately on puke alert right about now.

Actually, this post is making me very glad I've never used labels or tags for my posts...

This sentence interrupted for an important message: Eva just came in the kitchen to inform me that Bubba (our dog) was "drinking my throwup". So, we have had another episode...luckily it was in the bucket...unluckily, I wasn't informed until after the dog started to get in it...

I'd throw the dumb dog outside for the day, but it is now snowing, and I hear that pugs don't survive weather that well...

Anyhow, glad I have no tags, or I'd have to have a category called "gross things my kids do"