Throw Up

I don't think Shelley knew what she was getting into when we had two boys. At times she seems a little overwhelmed by all of the bodily noises and poop jokes.

Last night was another example. I'm not sure if it was what he ate or the fact that I had been tickling him and spinning him upside down or a combination of all of these, but all of the sudden Chase threw up in the living room floor. The vomit had barely hit the floor when he proclaimed, "I want a snack." He was unphased and just saw this as an opportunity to make room for more cookies.

I love my boys.