Seth's Weblog

This is how I found Seth at 3 a.m., sitting on the pot with spew splattered on the floor in front of him. It’s one of my favorite milestones, seeing a toddler get to the bathroom in time to vomit. Granted, he didn’t have the experience to know that the feeling in his belly meant something was coming up. I’m proud of him nonetheless. Linoleum makes the cleanup much easier. No pallet to make on the floor, and no bed to strip. He was especially proud of himself when he vomited the second time 20 minutes later in the vomit bucket I’d placed beside his bed.

This is one of my ickier weblogs, but it’s a tip-off to tell y’all what is to come. From my experience, I will not be the next one to get it. Seth will pass that baton to Arwen, who has even less experience in getting her head over the bowl. She will probably be more afraid and will cry more. Then it will be Savannah’s turn. I probably won’t even know Savannah’s having trouble until she comes to find me and tells me that she’s thrown up, in the toilet if she makes it in time. Then my turn will come. Brad may or may not have to stay home for a day. He’ll complain a day later of his stomach not feeling quite right but nothing will come of it.

I’m already considering, “What do I not mind throwing up?” So far today I’ve had for “brefkest” a piece of pound cake and an iced mocha and for lunch a fuji apple with almond butter. What not to eat: popcorn (the husks are too scratchy), strong Italian flavors such as garlic, marinara, especially the breadsticks and sauce from Little Caesar’s.