Cuz I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok...

Guess what we did this weekend?

We showed the love and got SAPPY! (dang but that pine's got a lotta pitch..)

(make sure your speakers are turned up...)

More info than you wanted to know...

It never fails.

In bed last night. On time. Gonna get a good night's sleep.

Cats are fed.
House is snuggly locked up.
Bio-alarm system is armed. (Gracie is in her crate)
Kids sleeping peacefully.

Midnight.
J stumbles in crying unitelligably. I manage to decypher "yucky" and "icky tummy" right before he gives a dry heave.

Ahh...THAT's what you meant!

I steer him into the bathroom, Janey takes over the mommy-comforting duties. I head into the boys bedroom to survey the damage.

Yup. Definate barfage. Fortunately localized to the bed.

Clean it up. Make a bed up for him next to me. Janey goes downstairs to sleep. (because this may be a long night and I prefer to stay up and sleep in.)

And then J starts chattering. And talking. Cheerful and resiliant, this kid is. Chatter chatter..."son, go to sleep."....silence...chatter...silence...thump...

thump.

thump.

He's playing with the (not yet used) barf bowl.

"son, go to sleep. It's night time"

"Ok dad. The other day when I was a baby I had a bad dream and then we had popsicles but I was sick and sissy took the dog and she LICKED me but I don't know if I could go potty when...."

sigh.

"Daddy, I'm going to barf now."

Whoa! Yup. Got it (mostly) in the bowl this time. Oops...looks like tinky-winky got a bit...eww. Clean everything up.

Poor kid. After that he sleeps. And after listening to his breathing become soft and even, so do I.