Barf!!!!

The other night, Myla woke up at 11:30 PM and came out of her room. I was up, but downstairs, so I heard her crying. I figured that she was "scared of dinosaurs" again and she'd go in with her Mom and snuggle.

When things didn't settle down in 30 secs or so, I went up to check out the situation.

What did I find? Myla, standing in front of the toilet, with barf everywhere!

Poor dear.

I couldn't believe that she'd made it into the bathroom and tried to get it into the toilet- what a good girl!! Trust me, she got a lot of praise for that. Last time was all over the carpet, and it didn't come all the way out (carpet cleaners finally coming next week).

Anywho, dinner had been mostly Annie's Mac and Cheese - you know, the foo foo organic kind without artificial cheese flavor, so you can guess what it looked like on the way back up. Pretty lumpy, but definitely recognizeable. :) Thanks for sharing? You're welcome!!! My pleasure.

So, of course I can't just go right in and grab her - what Dad would? I fumbled for about 15 seconds, then went to get a couple of hand towels to wipe off the worst of it.

At that moment, Myla turned around with the puke still all over her hands, and went splat! with her hands onto her bath towel, still hanging on the rack. The puke stuck to the towel in two nice little mounds - kind of like the mountain sculpture in E.T. I thought it was pretty funny!

Luckily, Carrie was up by this point, and she helped get Myla out of her PJ's and took her downstairs to settle down and relax on the couch for the time being. Which meant that I had puke cleanup duty.

The funny thing is, puke duty doesn't even phase me at this point. I must be a pretty good Dad.