It literally hit me in the face

The boys were a little sicky today. We didn't stray very far from home so when BK got home early we were all a bit edgy. BK offered to do bedtime so I could go for a jog. What a fabulous hubby. It sounded amazing. It was sunset, with a warm breeze, and for a moment I dreamed about jogging away to my ipod. But, I couldn't do it. I could not desert BK during bedtime. Russell was actually sleeping and Quint was getting ready but something in me said don't go. Not even 5 minutes later Russell woke up crying. I went in to get him and as I stepped out of the bedroom it happened.

He threw up all over me.

It literally hit me in the face, I couldn't open one of my eyes. I stood there shell shocked till the second round when I realized I should probably get off the carpet. If Gary (our landlord) asks when we move what is that stain on the carpet I will proudly state it is my youngest child's throw up:) BK was a saint and got most of it out while I tried to hose Russell and myself off in the bath.

GO TEAM:)

Having throw up dripping down your shirt is extremely gross, but one of the things I like about life is that it is messy, and I feel it is rising through those challenges that define us. I hope I easily rise above an little throw up and cranky, sick babies; because on this journey of parenting I am sure this is just the beginning of the challenge.

I hope BK and I can always rise to whatever is "thrown" at us on this journey, even if it does literally hit us in the face:)