he must have been really tired...

cause he was fast asleep in a puddle of his own puke.

OK, so I am really glad I check on my son so often after he's gone to bed. This evening I went into his room, leaned down to give him a kiss on his cheek, and saw what I thought was a milk mustache, but it certainly didn't smell like milk. After a little more smelling and feeling around I could tell that there was quite a large amount of puke, and Rowan was totally sawing logs! Even when I wiped his mouth, which he normally hates, he kept snoozing! Well, there was no way I could let him sleep like that, so I woke the poor kid up. As I brought him out into the well lit living room I was able to see just what I was dealing with. LOTS OF PUKE. It covered the front of his shirt, was matted in his hair, smeared on his face, and the two blankets he was sleeping on were totally soaked. Rowan was kind enough to pose for this picture (I told you he wakes up happy - even if he is covered in vomit) and then it was off to the tub. Sadly he was not so thrilled to go back to bed after he got cleaned up. He was screaming his head off and Jon says, "YOUR son is ticked off." Why is it when children are ticked they all of a sudden become solely the mother's child?