Skittles, I think the sign on my head reads, "Disasters strike here please!"
Tonight I had agreed to watch Jake, a 3 and a half year old and his brother Duke (nickname), a 1 yr old.
Before the parents left Jake sneezed and his mom wiped his nose and told me "I think he has a little cold, he had been sneezing a lot lately." Mom and Dad left, Duke was sleeping and Jake and I were watching Ice Age. All was going good.
Jake got of the couch, faced it and started pucking ALL over it. I instinctively grabbed him up and ran to the hardwood floor. However, when I grabbed him and moved him.... he left a nice long trail along the way. I set him on the hardwood floor where he threw up 3 or f4 more times.
Once he stopped I called his mother, she said she will be right back... I gave him some Tylenol changed his PJ's and put him to bed.
The baby woke up so I fed him and put him back to bed...
I then attempt to clean up the mess. Why is it you can NEVER find the stuff you need at someone else house when you need it? I searched high and low for some rags or wash clothes (that didn't seem "nice") and had no luck. I finally came across something and tried to clean a little of it up.
Then I hear more screaming. The kid had puked ALL over his bed. Sheesh. I take him out of his PJ's again, but this time I don't put more back on.
We then headed to the kitchen until mom and dad Arrived home. Poor kid.
Did I mention I gagged the whole time. I cannot stand the smell of vomit.
Anyone want to know what he had for dinner? My guess turkey, cheese and rice?