I've finally started feeling those teeny weeny baby taps that only a mom can know exactly what I'm talking about. They start so faintly, it feels like exactly what it is: a little miniature baby kicking and jabbing in short spurts, with about the strength of a minnow.
The bad and the ugly happened with our other baby-- the much bigger one. He got the flu yesterday and threw up his entire dinner between the Colyer's house in Ankeny and our house. Thank goodness I was just driving to Johnston and not all the way back to Waukee! I was by myself and pulled over to find a massive amount of the nasty stuff sitting on his chest. It was disgusting. Thankfully, by the time I checked out the damage later, after I had cleaned him up and put him to bed, it was almost all on him and not much on the car seat. He threw up a couple times last night and again this morning. He didn't wake up until 11am and spent the next 4 hours cashed out on our bed watching The Wonder Pets and is now napping in his crib. He's very lethargic. I guess on the bright side, once the throw-up is all cleaned up, my job as a parent remains very easy. Just lots of love and snuggling. Although, I guess anyone deserves a break after cleaning up your child's vomit a few times!