We're not sure if it was food poisoning or the flu.(Feel free to skip to a different blog entry. I don't really want to hear about this, either...)
This time it was my two year old. Of course we took the sheets off of his bed to clean them. While those sheets were off, he was in our bed...
And then, while our sheets were off, I was holding him...
So I'm thinking about investing in one of these fine looking hazardous materials outfits. Can you put these in the dryer?
(Someone just brought it to my attention that if you're reading this for the first time, or if you're kind of dim, you might not realize that I don't actually think that it's a good idea to wear a radiation suit while holding my sick child... So... No, I don't think it's a good idea. It was intended to be a silly joke. OK?)
He felt completely better the next morning, and ate the biggest breakfast of his life. I felt totally wrecked, and despite two showers, I swear I can still smell it.
Nonviolent parenting angle? Barf washes off. Attachment is pretty indelible. Deep connection is really special, and it's worth it. Hold those little kids when they're healthy and hold 'em when they're sick. Learn to dodge better than me or get a radiation suit.
I promise no more blogs about puke for the rest of the day.



