It smells like bunrt tacos in here.

The Phillip’s family just ended a week long stint with all three of my children sick.

ROUND ONE:
It started off at 3:00am when Heather and I heard (5 year old) James scream. We hopped up and ran into his room to find that he had climbed into (3 years old) Nolan’s bed in the middle of the night, and Nolan threw up covering James from head to toe. After a 4:00am bath for both boys and time spent with baby wipes, paper towels, Lysol, and wet-vac things were back to normal. Normal of course being Nolan throwing up in the toilet for the next 48 hours.

ROUND TWO:
Finally Nolan was feeling better and Heather and I were looking forward to some well deserved sleep. Unfortunately (1 year old) Levi was not sleeping well and joined us in bed. Lucky for me joined us means sleeping beside Heather. Around 3:00am Heather got a reminder that Levi ate spaghetti for dinner. Another 4:00am bath and more quality time with baby wipes and Lysol. It was another 48 hours of baby vomit.

ROUND THREE
Like clockwork Heather and I got another 3:00am wake up call when we heard James call out for us. I quickly headed into the boys room and I saw James standing on the top bunk. I asked, “James what’s wrong”. James was unable to answer although I realized later on that he probably wanted to say, “Dad, I am about to throw up and I am unable to get of the top bunk in time”. Poor Nolan got his own personalized wake up call when was splashed with vomit from a 4 foot drop. It’s amazing the sound and mess puke can make from that that height. Nolan, who was directly underneath James, got it bad, very bad. The morning was capped off by 4:00am baths and baby wipes.