Gross, what a way to begin the day...

Poor E fell asleep on the couch yesterday before dinner was ready at 6:30pm. We let him sleep for a while and then eventually we decided that he wasn't going to get up so Clayton put him to bed. He got up this morning and got into bed with me. He wouldn't smile or talk so I knew something was wrong. I made him a little breakfast and a cup of milk (I know, what was I thinking!). Milk is the worst thing that I could have gave him. Well, in my defense, he seemed somewhat ok. He wasn't running a fever and he ate his breakfast without complaint. We were sitting on the couch and I was returning some emails when he began chunking all over the place. Yuck! I haven't had to deal with puke since he was a baby. Now I have a load of nasty clothes and towels in the wash and Emerson is sitting in my bath tub playing with his toys. He seems to feel better since the incident so I hope that his upset tummy is over. We shall see. Heaven help me, I feel a bit nauseous now. Ewwww....