Barf-o-rama

2:30 this morning and Bode is running around downstairs crying for me. What is going on, I ask? I tell him to get back upstairs and into bed. I go into his room (what was my room while here at my folks and he decided he could sleep better in my big bed even if I'm not in it, so, deal!, take the big bed, i'll sleep in the twin) and reached in to make sure his blankie was still there and my hand hit cold, wet, slimy, stinky, chunky puke. Are you kidding me? Yuck. I don't do puke very well. It's just so truly VILE. So i held him for a bit and cleaned things up, brushed his teeth and laid down with him. Three more times he sat up and puked. Poor kid. Finally his tummy was empty and he stopped there (thank goodness no dry heaving). He had a restless night. At one point he was laying on the floor with his knees under his tummy like I used to do whenever I was sick. I got zero sleep and was a total zombie today. And it meant that we stayed home again. Thankfully he woke up feeling fine. Behaved normally. Played. So i don't know where it came from but I'm so glad it's gone! Hopefully we didn't unknowingly pass it on to all of our friends! Aaack! I think I'll feign ignorance if anyone tells me their kid was sick after our visit! "Oh, poor you! I'm so sorry!..."