Puke-a-hontus

My child has puked once a day for the past four days. Is that normal? Should I be concerned? He feels fine until he blows chunks, cries because vomiting scares the crap out of him (I also hate vomiting), and then feels fine five to ten minutes after the episode, generally as soon as we calm him down. So my house smells like vomit, my car smells like vomit (we were on our way to visit my parents today when he thought it would be fun to puke in the car. It wasn't much fun), and I think my hands smell like vomit even though I know they don't because I've washed them a million times ("Out, damn spot, out!").

Merry Christmas. Maybe tomorrow he'll skip his routine stomach pyrotechnics.

PS. My Cleveland sista had her baby and he is adorable (and tiny!).

2 Christmases down, 2 to go!

I am on Christmas overload.

On Saturday we had pretend Christmas with my family (I blame my blogging absense since then on the fact I got Lego Star Wars II for my game boy) and another pretend Christmas on Sunday with my mom's family (my mom's brother and sister, their family, grandma and grandpa, and my favoritest great uncle in the world!). My grandpa is worse than a kid. He had all of his presents open before Baba did. My grandma yells at him every year because he can never wait his turn.

2 Christmases left to go. One Christmas Eve with just my neat little family - myself, Zippy, Baba, and Mister Wili. And Christmas day which I'm just counting as one Christmas because if I think of having to see if Santa came (which he will), going to my parents, going to Zippy's parents, and then going to Zippy's grandpa's house where 8 million of Zippy's relatives will be talking loudly as the three Christmases they actually are, I probably won't be able to get out of bed again until after the holidays.