Dear Rebecca,

Here is a little something you have to look forward to when Baby Ledet arrives.



Yes, my friends, that is Liam, in our bathtub, covered with vomit. Apparently, I was not informed that tonight was "Vomit Night." The projectile vomit episodes have hit our house several times, but since Liam has been eating rice cereal, they rarely strike. Tonight was different.

Dow was at work, so I had Liam to myself after Julie, our wonderful nanny (more to come in a later post), went home. I put his jammies on per our nightly ritual of "getting ready for bed time," and at about 7, I fed him about 5 ounces. We watched our Law and Order episode, and at 8, I decided to top Liam off with about one more ounce before I put him down at 8:30. I had the bottle in his mouth for maybe 30 seconds when the first vomit strike hit. It was all over him, all over the floor, and all over me. While I was trying to get up and move him into the bathroom, the second strike hit. Now, vomit was all over me, Liam, the couch, our blanket, Otis, the floor and the coffee table. YUCK! I promptly moved Liam into the bathtub in case strike three hit (which it didn't, thank goodness), while I got out his bathtub. I should note that during the entire vomit episode, he never cried. Actually, he's never cried during these projectile vomit episodes. He just vomits and keeps on playing.

I got him cleaned up with a nice warm bath and new jammies, but the washing will be an undertaking tomorrow. I love Liam, particularly this age, but I do NOT love projectile vomit!

So Rebecca, you better get your vomit shoes on come March!