Conner puked every hour last night. Told me his stomach hurt. I asked him if he felt like throwing-up. No. Did I give him something to puke in? NO… so, Drew and I were on hands and knees cleaning up the carpet at 3 am last night. Big fun peeps, big fun.
So, I’m feeling queasy and NOTHING is worse than puking and parenting, at least in my book. Wish me luck gals… wish me luck.
BTW, this particular entry is to annoy all those “friends” who don’t comment and might get grossed-out by some simple mommy talk… :)

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