A plague upon this house!

The two little ones are regurgitating.

Jorja started with #3 last night at dinner. (#3, by definition is #2 in liquid form. My friend Dinah and her family are to be credited with that one)

Sushi was a bad idea, that's for sure. She was being a very big girl, too. She kept asking to go to the potty, and then, well...you know.

At about 2:30 last night Jonah came to our room and told us Jorja was going to throw up. She kept making "hwah, hwah, hwah" sounds. When I finally came out of my sleep coma, I smelled it. Much like the liberal media, Jonah had only reported half the story, there was, in fact, vomit already. On Jorja, on her bed, pillow, blankie, Jonah's bed, and, of course Jorja.

Once Jason and I got the mess all cleaned up, I assumed the position on the couch with Jorja on a pallet next to me. Sometime later, maybe 4 am, Jorja began to whine. She wanted juice. I gave her a small sip of gatorade and some Emetrol and it was mere seconds before she launched that into the toilet. What a trooper. Obviously hurting and whining, she still managed to keep it in the toilet. The kid has aim, that's for sure. Then she turned and gave the toilet a what for from the other end. She actually smiled when it was over.

Once round two was over and cleaned up, we headed back for our pillows and slept for a few hours (me, not so much, waiting for round 3) until Josie woke us up around 8. Thank you Josie for sleeping in!!

Unfortunately, within 15 minutes Josie went to tossing cookies as well. She looked scared at first, since this is her first time throwing up like that, but I rushed her into the bathroom and set her on the side of the sink, where, in true Josie fashion, she finished throwing up while seeming to really not mind. Her motto will someday be "go with the flow".

So here sits a tired and kind of grossed out mommy, sipping coffee and waiting to see if our last round of gatorade stays down.