YUCK!

Poor Max was a little sick this week. He had the 3-hour throw ups and I'm not sure how long of a belly-ache. I think the reason for the short sickness was that he drank some juice that had been sitting in the car for who knows how long. Ooops. His throw-up cycle went something like this: Throw-up, rest for a minute, jump on the couch, throw-up, rest for a minute, jump on couch, etc. Finally the rest for a minute stage turned into longer than just one minute and he fell asleep, but not without leaving some damage. Max, Blake, and a series of blankets seemed to take most of that damage. Sorry Blake. That night I did three loads of laundry and Blake was going crazy walking around with the cleaner. Poor Max, that must be the worst experiencing that feeling for the first time. But don't worry, he wasn't too sick to applaud along with his movie. I love that guy.

I wasn't going to blog about this, but then Blake had a first at work today. A patient turned, looked at him, and threw up all over. Gross! Gross! Gross! If you want more details, you'll have to ask Blake. Hopefully this theme is past us now since I am the only not to have this lovely experience this week.