Poor kid. When ever I hear about kids and projectile vomiting, I think of PARENTHOOD and "Gil what are you waiting for?" "I was waiting for her head to spin around" (or whatever the line was) .

I'm awake. Watching Saturday morning cartoons, and not wanting to go to work. Blah. Its a sunny day, can't I have it off?? Please.

both of my children are asleep on me. Very very cute but I can't move. Oh, and Frisco is purring like a kitten.

I thought Frisco WAS a kitten? It would have been stranger if the kids were purring like a kitten ;)

Still, a very cute image to picture.

This was not the plan today - but I am looking at - ihashotdog

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omnis audis, that is EXACTLY how it happened. O said, "I have the hiccups." And I crouched down next to him to see if he was ok and then it came out like movie fx. Only instead of pea soup, it was applesauce.

When happens, you're in shock and unclear of exactly how to proceed next. Do you try to clean it up before the next heave? Do you wait for the kid to finish? Do you try to get him to a trashcan or the bathroom? Do you clean yourself up, the kid up or the couch up first. Owen was crying, I was trying to calm him down and still try to clean up.

Eventually, you pick one and spring into action but it takes a second to process.

DH had taken Olivia to the grocery so I had to run upstairs to get us both clean shirts, get towels for the couch, find a little trashcan for Owen, gather up the puked on blanket and clothes, wipe up, get Owen a drink of water and deposit everything in the sink in the laundry room.

Matt had lots of plans for today - an d a tiny bit of work. I think his work just followed Owen's example.

ick. Poor owen. Poor you! I things like that, that tell me I don't know if I could handle being a parent. Very strong admiration for all the 'rents out there. Keep up the good work.

OK, I swear, I'm heading to the shower. I will go to work. Promise. No, really. I swear

:: looks for motivation ::

pssst motivation hides under the covers or on the comfy couch

Ok, so I'm writing a letter to the U.S. Department of the Treasury, Bureau of Engraving. A coworker gave me a very small fragment of a twenty dollar bill that her dog had eaten most of. I'd told her she might be able to get them to exchange it, so she gave it to me, and said we could split it if they actually sent me anything from it. The fragment may not be enough, and they may not buy the story (unless their experts are well versed in the effects of animal-eaten dollars). But I figure, the most I can lose is the stamp to mail it to them, right?

How's this?

My friend's dog likes to chew paper. I was not aware of that until she showed me this fragment of a twenty dollar bill. It was sitting on the floor. There were no other fragments left. Perhaps it goes without saying that I did not want to wait for any possible remnants to work their way through the dog's digestive system. I know there is not much left to work with, and it would be perfectly understandable if you are unable to exchange it.

Thanking you in advance for your time and effort in this matter, sincerely....

Or is it a lost cause?

Omnis, Frisco is not a kitten--he's Stephanie's new baby son who apparently does purr.

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