Our friendly neighborhood disease-spreader.
Seabass puked for the first time the other night. It was late at night – all we heard was a cough and then a scary choking sort of sound coming from his room. Sure enough, he was on his back ralphing up the pasta he’d eaten for dinner, and…well, sort of swallowing it again. Needless to say, he was a little disturbed. So was I.
After I removed his wet pajamas and wiped his precious face free of barf, I held him in the rocking chair while Jake stripped the bed and remade it. (Thank God for a loving husband who willingly shares the burden of parenting, even at 2 AM on a weeknight.) As Seabass settled down in my arms, I caught a glance of a mouse scurrying across the floor, down the hall and into the kitchen.
What is this, medieval England? Vomit, vermin…what’s next? Scabies?
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
We’ve had our first experiences with throw up this week as well. But no mouse. I’m glad we aren’t copying you completely. Although last winter we had 4 mice in the garage my husband exterminated with what he calls “The Thunderdome”. Don’t ask…
Oh, man… there’s no way to do vomit except to tag team it. We’ve had so many of those kind of crazy nights! I hope Seabass is feeling better. As for the mouse… ack!! Did you catch it?
Scabies…????? Don’t even.
partners in clean-up… once, Larry (father of the girls) let the girls eat whatever they wanted for dinner. I was sick in bed with a sinus infection. In the middle of the night, one of the girls got sick all over their bedding! He got the sick daughter cleaned up but instead of dealing with the clean-up of the bedding he threw the quilt in the driveway… it was raining – he went outside the next morning & threw the quilt over the swingset to dry off in the sun. Urrrgh! what a guy!
How did you not freak out?!?