I feel like throw up!

4:52 am: Not a creature was stirring, not even Molly Mouse.

4:53 am: (Benson) "Mom, I feel like throw up."

4:53 1/2: I grab Benson out of his bed as he starts throwing up. We trail puke from his bed to the bathroom.

4:55: Since there is puke on his sheets and I don't want to change them and wake up Molly, I told Benson he could stay in our bed. Casey is leaving for work in an hour anyway. Benson says "sweet!" and we all lay in our bed together.

5:02: (Benson) "I hear my daddy snoring"

5:08 am: (Benson) "I feel like throw up!"

5:43 am: (Benson) "I feel like throw up!"

6:09 am: Casey gets up and gets ready to go to work.

6:12 am: (Benson) "I feel like throw up!"

6:55 am: Casey leaves for work.

7:10 am: (Benson) "I feel like throw up!"

7:11 am: (Benson) "I want my DADDY!!!!"

Now I want Benson's daddy too, because when I was pregnant with Benson, Casey and I came to an agreement about puke. I promised to take care of every single wet, dirty, stinky diaper if Casey took care of the puke. So far our count is this:

Dirty Diapers:

Natalie- 15,834

Casey- 4

Puke:

Natalie- every puke so far

Casey- 0

Makes me feel like throw up! (not literally)

Here is Benson with his puke bowl. When I gave him this bowl to puke in, he said: "That's the bowl we put the tomatoes from the garden in. I don't want to throw up in it!"

And it is the bowl we put our tomatoes in. But I am willing to sacrifice it.