We celebrated Christmas with my family on Saturday (pictures coming soon... maybe) and while we were eating lunch, Mason accidentally hit his milk cup with his elbow and it spilled. My mom sort of freaked out and instantly began running around and apologizing for the mess.

My sister-in-law said "Oh no, it's okay! It's okay! No big deal! We've spilled LOT worse on our floors!"

She then looked at me and said "Have you ever tried cleaning puke out of old wood floors? Or caught puke in your hands? Ugh!"

And here it comes, folks.... My response - "Actually no, we've been really lucky, Mason's really never thrown up since he was a tiny infant!"

Cue chimes of doom.

Mason came down with a horrible cold on Sunday, much expected as one of the daycare girls said on Friday that the crud was going around. Lots of coughing and a runny nose, but otherwise, totally fine.

Then came last night.... He was eating a cracker and started coughing and ended up throwing up on himself (and the couch) He was so sad and I felt really bad for him, but it was clear that it was mainly caused by coughing while eating and didn't think too much of it.

He asked to go to bed about 15 minutes early and we oblidged. Shortly thereafter, he started crying and SuperDad came in his room to discover him covered in puke. As soon as we got his bed changed and him in new pajamas, he was more than happy to go back to bed, but soon the crying began again. And... he'd puked again.

Despite a 2 am and 4 am wake up with lots of crying (but no more puke thankfully), he seemed to be feeling a lot better this morning. Poor little dude.

So far, between Mason & Cole, 2012 has been "The Year of Vomit"  And maybe it should be the year where I resolve to not make such ridiculous declarations....