Gastrointestinal Hell, Part II

Right when we thought we were in the clear.....

Picture this: Heath, Masie, and I sitting on the couch. Masie sitting comfortably in her daddy's lap. I reach for Masie and say, "Honey, you're not going to throw up again are you?" Masie promptly releases her dinner all over the couch and me. Heath grabs the baby and heads for the sink. I follow in close pursuit, trying to catch drips that splatter as he runs. Masie finishs in sink. I cancel Mom's Night Out, clean soiled couch, and Heath watchs the baby while I take a short, albeit needed bath and dream of my resignation letter. (I don't REALLY want to resign, but I do want to stop cleaning up vomit!)

More later...Maybe