Massive amounts of barf all over the crib, blankets, jammies, mommies, floor,..... you get the picture!
That's right, no more baby spit up in this house. The flu hit, and hit with force. Poor little thing. But, as always with this tropper, no tears, no crabbies, just BARF. If I don't check on her regularly she sleeps in it due to the fact that she doesn't cry to get cleaned up, or for help (is it possible to be TOO INDEPENDENT at age 1?).
FABULOUS!
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Last fall when the boys were hit with the barfs I had to keep a close eye on them as well. Otherwise, they'd finger paint with what they had produced. YUCK! One morning we woke up to find Logan sleeping in a pool of puke and it was obvious that he spread it around the crib, wall, crib toys...so gross.
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