Well, after nap, things went from bad to worse...I got in the shower and Caleb came in the bathroom crying, " now I know this is the worst day ever" It was then I knew....and panicked that he was going to tell me he threw up all over my new not quite white, but light enough chair. (bad mom thought, I know) He said he threw up on the floor, but it was everywhere. Now I have visions of Elisa running through the house and sliding on puke. As luck would have it, Mike came home moments later and cleaned up the mess for me. I don't do well with vomit, so this was a wonderful thing for me.
Poor guy, he was so bummed. No cake, no ice cream...no dinner. But there were presents and I promised him a birthday do over when he was able to hold things down. I still can't believe my oldest child is 7. He asked me if I would cry, since I always cry on their birthdays. "Yes, Caleb", I told him. It is a joy to be this little boy's mom, and I am thankful for 7 great years with this little guy.

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Mar. 22, 2007 - Oh man!
Posted by QueenoftheHill
And for the record, I would have had exactly the same response to barf: "how's my furniture and/or carpet holding up?" But the visual I get flashing before my eyes includes the family dog. Ugh. I'm sure the make-up birthday will be fabulous!
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Mar. 24, 2007 - poor guy
Posted by jenmcintyre
I hope he doesn't get to detailed Monday. yuck great site.... can't believe I missed seeing you here!!!
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