Tuesday night, Steve and I were packing for our trip to the Dells. It was late and we heard Hallie kind of scream and then start crying. We both went in and took our turns holding and comforting her. As I went to put her back in bed my hand brushed by her blanket and it was very wet. Confused as to what it was, I washed my hand and went back in and turned on the light. And there Hallie sat crying next to her blanket which was covered in throw-up. Now Steve and I got our feel of cleaning up after her when she was an infant. But ever since she had her surgery over a year and a half ago, we haven’t had any problems. In fact it wasn’t more than a week ago I was talking with a friend about her sick child and I made the comment we were so lucky because Hallie hadn’t thrown up in so long, and yet we both (Yes, Steve was quite the trooper!) got our fill that night. And of course after we got everything cleaned up, new sheets/bedding, pajamas, Hallie’s running around like nothing ever happened, and then she starts again. I now have a new appreciation for my mother cleaning up after me, including the time I woke up a little confused and threw-up in the washing machine…