Parents of The Year

Yes, I am sure my husband and I are most definitely nominated after this holiday weekend. The one thing I will say about my 4 year old is that she can sleep. Thank goodness, because so can her momma. On weekends, we have been known to sleep as late as 11am. I know, it is miraculous. I think it must just be hereditary because I really do not think we are super genious parents.

This Saturday morning, we should have known something was up when the 4 year old came into our bedroom at 5am. She had been suffering from allergies, a cold, etc. for a couple of days. So she had been having little coughing episodes, but nothing to get all bent out of shape about. This particular morning, she came in to tell us, " I had a cough bone".
"A cough bone?" I thought, "Wonder what that is?"
My husband asked her to repeat it.
"I had a cough bone." she told us again.
I assumed she had another little snotty sneeze, and instructed her to wash her hands and go to bed. So she did.
After she left, my husband asked, "What the hell is a cough bone?"
"Uh dunno." I mumbled.

5 hours later...

I got up and fixed her a bowl of cereal. We enjoyed an hour worth of cartoons. She sat in the recliner happily chirping away when suddenly, I looked at her.

The entire left side of her hair and shirt were covered with dried, orange vomit. I jumped up and ran to her bedroom. Her sheets and her new quilt I just made her a few weeks ago were also covered with the dried orange yuckness!!

I told her to get in the bathtub immediately. She argued,
"Why Momma? I had a bath yesterday." Then it dawned on me that my child has never, and I mean NEVER thrown up. She coughed until she gagged and vomitted the night before, and she didn't even know how to explain what happened.

Some parents we are.

Incidentally, she had a little wet toot issue today. She explained it by telling me,
"Uh oh, Momma, I think I wiped wrong." Judging by the mess, it happened well before she got to the appropriate place to wipe. My husband, relieved he didn't get the call for help this time, asked if she called it a "panty bone".