My sick baby

Remember the horrid pizza? Oh Lord. Well, it decided it was not good enough simply being horrid at the time we ate it. Around 11.45pm, William screams out for us. Got to his room just in time to be liberally sprayed with vomit as my poor child heaved up his guts all over the bed, wall and floor in his room, and onwards down the hall to the bathroom. 


Joe and I were like, 'oh my God, oh my God'. How can this much stuff come out of one small child? Somehow I got him bathed and cleaned up and safely tucked away in the milky bed. Then we began the quest to clean his room. The carpet was almost black with spew. Disgusting I know. It took us two hours to get it to a point where we could take our exhausted selves to bed. 


Just sayin' there is a steam cleaner in my very near future.