Excellent.

You haven't really lived until you've poured vomit out of your bra.

You read that right. Little C wasn't feeling well (apparently) earlier this week. I had just gotten home from work and commenced the bed time countdown. I rocked and fed L without protest or any exciting event. After putting L in bed, I then scooped my other sweet boy up and snuggled him close to my chest because I hadn't seen him all day. We had been sitting down for 2.5 seconds when the explosion occured.

Now, I don't care how much you love your kids or how wonderful you think they are; vomit is vomit. And I was covered in it. When I stood up, it poured out of my lap like a small waterfall. Somehow that sound is only beautiful if you're standing by a rippling stream and looking at a tall, tall cliff watching water cascade in a wonderous white mist. If you're holding your 6 month old child and standing from your glider, it is a disgusting sound.

Tomorrow will be better. It has to.