Sick little froggy.

3:30 am- Oscar wet the bed. Change him into dry jammies, he hops in bed with us.

5:50 am-Angus wants a bottle. I give him one. He goes back to sleep. I think it is actually 7:00 am, and try to wake myself up enough to exercise. I am relieved as I look at the clock and realize I can sleep for another hour.

6:18 am- Oscar is tossing and turning, he asks for a drink of water. I get him one, and tell him to go back to sleep.

6:30 am- Oscar is fitful again, and coughing. Please go back to sleep.

6:40 am- Oscar cries, sits up, and barfs in our bed. I throw my pillow underneath him to "catch" some of the stinky gunk. We get him cleaned up, and the bed stripped down.

6:55 am- We lay back down on the bed, turn on a flashlight and play shadow creatures on the ceiling with our hands (Daddy wins for most creative creatures). Oscar loves it so much he starts jumping around like a frog...and then ribbits up some more vomit.


Enjoy your breakfast!