Puke

This morning Nixon was sleeping so soundly, not a peep, even when I was unloading the dryer and turning lights on when it was time to get up. As I was walking down the hall, ready to get him up, I told Norm I smelled puke. So, I looked all over the hall and in the bathroom, assuming that our dog Macy had barfed somewhere...nothing found. So I went in to get Nixon up, and the smell was getting stronger....he had thrown up all over himself and in this bed. It was dry, so he must have done it much earlier in the morning, and not even started crying or called for us! Sad, and also a bit scary.

Poor little guy. It was matted up in his hair, stuck all over his Jammie's, and covered the pillow he was resting his head on. I grabbed him up and felt his head, a little warm but nothing crazy. I told him we had to get cleaned up and put new Jammie's on....but he wasn't having it. He told me that his Jammie's were warm and NOT to take them off. Clearly, he was feeling better than when he puked, because his instruction about not removing Jammie's were like an order from a drill Sergeant. Not wanting to put him in our bed since he was covered in puke, I offered up a bubble bath- something he normally LOVES....wasn't having that either. He said, No mom, just wanna watch toones in yer bed, and DON'T take off me Jammie's. Very cute.

Unfortunately for Nixon, I didn't follow his command and the disgutoid Jammie's were removed, and his smelly body was cleaned with a warm washcloth. He's feeling better, but on his second pair of fresh Jammie's today, because his stupid pull up leaked and he peed through the 1st pair of replacement Jammie's!

Ahhh...all before 8 a.m.

-Mel