It's 3:00 AM
Well...here it is 3 am and our son has been plagued with the stomach virus.
Like clock work it strikes.
Too bad they don't have a vaccine against it.
Our son is 4. he is awesome. he is doing at 4 what I'm not sure I did until much later in life....HE CAN GET HIS FACE OVER THE TOILET when visited by the stomach monster.
My parents spent countless nights cleaning up after me since i would begin the trek to the bathroom down the hall rarely making it. (sorry mom and dad; and the kid I exploded on in elem school) I finally learned that if I feel it coming...I just take my pillow to the bathroom and sleep on the floor.
Well, now it is my turn to comfort, clean, disinfect, and pray that my wife and I are counted worthy to miss hosting the stomach monster.
I better sign off...time is ticking away until the next episode is scheduled to be released.

2 Comments:
Hi Dave!
Julie gave me the link to your church & I've found you this time! ;-)
Laughed out loud at this post, especially remembering my own elementary-school stomach-virus escapade involving the table in art class. Ew!
Anyway, love you guys!
Jennifer
knighton.blogspot.com
How did your sweet wife handle the barf fest???
My son choked on his punch the other day and out it came - all over the plate. I did really well for an emetophobe!
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