Middle of the night posting is rarely a good sign.
Have you ever been awakened by the sound of liquid being dumped on the carpet in your bedroom at 12:30 am?
Now I'm up, praying that everyone sleeps through the rest of the night.
Me: I'm so sorry you're sick, pal.
Him: I'm not sick. I just threw up a little.
Me: Oh good. Hey, next time, how 'bout you head straight for the bathroom if you need to throw up, rather than coming to my room to tell me first, 'k?
Him: Okay. Sorry about that.
Me: It's okay, just keep your bowl handy the rest of then night.
Ah. I guess I should be happy that it's been so long since he's thrown up that he forgot the procedure. Clearly, we were due.
The toddler just found me. I heard his delicious little footsteps on the tile before I saw his sleepy face.
Oh how I love all the parts of being a mom. Some parts are just a bit more lovely than others.
It's actually nice to be up this night. We're being hit with the second big, artic snow storm! It started snowing a couple of hours ago, just after we got back from town. The air is filled with the tiniest snow flakes imaginable and they sparkle! It's like it's snowing silver glitter. So beautiful!
We'll likely be snowed in for a few days, as this is supposed to be a much bigger dump than the five or so inches we had already.
Hopefully, I won't spend our snow days scrubbing carpet and washing pukey laundry.
Although, even pukey laundry is more pleasant with a clean blanket of snow covering the world.