We were too cocky. While having a fantastic beef burgundy the other night at Nora and Pete's, we had a request for medical horror stories involving the kids, because we're usually good like that. Popcorn kernel in the ear? Absolutely! Two kids on separate occasions! Concussion? Two kids! Swallow a nickel? Hospitalization for a disease you picked up in the ER while waiting to have a popcorn kernel plucked out of your brother's ear? You get the idea. But this time, we had no stories, and we bragged a bit about our recent good fortune. I'm sure you know where this is going. The vomiting began yesterday afternoon and it's still going on, I'm afraid. It's Olivia, but she has no fever or any other symptoms. Just nonstop vomiting. What's most awesome is, just as I began the laundry ballet, our expensive front loader decided it doesn't feel the need to spin anymore. See how I'm giving an inanimate object human thought? That's because I haven't been to bed yet, but now that Olivia seems to be napping comfortably, I've had too much coffee to rest myself. Plus, she only wants Daddy. I am allowed to wipe her mouth, change her clothes, bring her Pedialyte pops, and rotate her barf bowl, though.

Update: The barfing seems to have stopped. Yay! Washing machine is taken apart. Boo!