4am wake up call: Do Not Read while Eating

It's 4am and i am fast asleep. My supersonic mommy hearing picks up the sound of Henry coughing and then something that sounds not quite like coughing. Then crying. Although my sleepy brain knew what had occurred, I didn't want to believe it and went in to investigate.

Of course as you've guessed, Henry had thrown up. He was sitting up in bed looking at himself with a disgusted look on his face. "Mommy, Henry DIIRRRRTTTYYY!" he wailed. I reassured him that we'd get him cleaned up and called for Momma to help.

After changing sheets and pjs (and replacing dirty lovey with back up lovey - thank goodness Granny got us a backup), Henry had a good time rinsing his mouth out and spitting into a bowl. "Henry SPIT, Henry SPIT" he yelled gleefully. Then it was time for bed. Or so we thought.

Henry wants books. Henry wants Kipper. Henry wants to play. Henry wants to spit. Henry wants to run and hide. Henry NEEEDDDSSS Thomas books.

Henry was having the time of his life. Mommy was tired.

So after a couple books, Henry went back to sleep for the rest of the night and slept soundly. No more vomiting. Woke up wanting to eat.

Of course, Mommy and Momma had a much harder time getting back to sleep while being hyper vigilent for further sounding of puking. And now Mommy is trying to motivate Henry to get dressed to go to the store for bananas, pedialyte and saltines.

Good luck Mommy.