Another first

This time, it's about us. The parents.

Babies urp.
Kids puke.

Babies need a burp cloth.
Kids need a new mattress pad.

Babies fill their pants.
Kids have explosive diarrhea.

Ben took two steps forward toward becoming a kid this past weekend.
I gained a new appreciation for the term projectile vomiting.
Every Ben holder we own (car seat, excersaucer, crib)got a thorough cleaning at least once.
I slept in a chair for three hours, waiting for the next explosion.
Keith and I have both needed a change of clothing. Ben "slept" through three sets of PJ's last night.
It seems as though the initiation period for new parents is never really over - the rules just keep changing.

What do you do? There's
No appetite.
No fever.
No crabbies.
And no - no teeth.

The answer so far is lots (and LOTS) of laundry...

We'll see what the doctor has to say later this afternoon.