Well, it's official.
We have crossed over into the part of parenthood that scares Seth & I the most - bodily fluids. We can handle boogers. We can handle formula spit up. We can handle 2 open heart surgeries on our baby. We can even handle funky diapers. However, we can not handle vomit.
Luckily (for me), Seth was rocking Logan when it all went down as I was cooking dinner. It took me a few minutes to gather the needed supplies and gather my mama courage to enter the room. Seth had already entered his happy place and was chanting "please not in my face" as Logan was giving him kisses and jumping. It's a really funny mental picture now, but my legs were jello!
Be proud family! We really might be able to pull this parenting thing off! We cleaned up puke and neither of us tossed our cookies! (Dinner was thrown out, but whatever.)
Oh yeah, Logan is fine. Lesson learned: no playing rough after eating, no matter how much Logan wants to jump or play horsey.
