The Silent Puker

Growing up, whenever we took a road trip, my parents had a little nick name for me. The Silent Puker. They say we would be driving and everything would be fine and then I would cry out, " Mom, Dad I'm gonna Blahhhhh" or "pull ov...blahhhhhh". When I felt sick I never gave much warning before I blew! Cooper will be happy and playful and then he gets this look on his face and suddenly he is sick. We have had a terrible case of the stomach flu here this past week 3 days of throwing up for each kid followed by several days nasty diapers. Yesterday I finally felt like we were over it, there hadn't been any vomit in 48 hours, and I think my washing machine was enjoying the break, and I was definitely happy to but the carpet cleaner, Lysol and Febreeze back into the cleaning cupboard. Then yesterday afternoon Maggie was acting a little fussy but it seemed normal since it was nap time. I laid her in her crib and as soon as I let go she fountain puked. It covered her face, it was in her ears and hair and all over her crib but she didn't cry out or anything. I quickly picked her up and then she puked all over the floor and it even got the chair and changing table too. I wiped her face and she just sat there contently watching me clean like nothing had happened. I guess I am grateful that even when sick the kids aren't too grumpy, but I really hope we've seen the end of the pukes for a while!!