PUKE......it's whats for dinner.

I know, that's gross. But really, that's all (well, almost all) that happened for about 36 hours at this house. We ALL came down with some sort of stomach bug that knocked the adults for a loop and landed our asses on the cool soothing bathroom floor. Emerson had a few "loose poops" and a few "large spit-ups" this past weekend, but otherwise was her normal happy self. Monday, I ran into the house as soon as I got home from work to puke. This continued every hour or so for the next 12. At about 1am, I heard The Dood "laughing". As I raised my sweat-soaked head off the bathmat to tell him to shut-up so he wouldn't wake Emerson, I realized that HE was puking in the other bathroom and it really wasn't a laughing matter. Poor Rico and I lay around on the bed and the couches and discussed how awful we felt in between pukes. All the while my baby slept blissfully unaware, thank god, as I wasn't sure how any parenting would get done when both her parents were puking like it was our 2nd full time job. When Rico felt strong enough to drive, he combed the city in the wee dark hours of the morning for a single sleeve of saltines, some 7-Up, and little individual packs of Alka Seltzer. It was some time before these would stay down. And as if puking over and over and over wasn't bad enough, well, you can guess what else was going on. Lets just say we did a load of laundry the next day that we washed in hot water. Twice.

When we inquired at baby school if anyone had a stomach bug, we were told "yes and it's hitting the parents worse than the babies". REALLY?! You don't say?! If we'd of known that, we might have actually used the Purell!