"The best part of waking up..."

...is having your son throw up all over you.

This morning we are going through our usual routine, which includes giving Isaiah his milk and yogurt, a banana, some cantaloupe, and half a piece of toast with blueberry all-fruit spread on it. He doesn't eat much this morning, which is not completely out of the ordinary, and after politely saying "down", we let him play while we finished our cereal. It doesn't take very long until Isaiah discovers that I've left my computer on the coffee table, so I go over to overt a disaster by picking him and asking if he's ready for a change of clothes so he can go to daycare.

The next thing I know is that he is coughing a little, but it is followed by all of the milk and yogurt he just consumed. Not wanting to get the furniture dirty or my computer ruined, I just stand there with Isaiah in my arms as he throws up all over the both of us. Finally, when he's done, we make our way to the bathroom where he gets a morning bath, new diaper, and change of clothes. (Meanwhile, Corrie is cleaning up what did manage to make it to the floor.) Once Isaiah is all cleaned up, I take a second morning shower, and realize that I have bits of milk/yogurt in my gotee. (But no, I did not shave it. It cleaned up rather nicely, thank you very much.)

Other than the shock factor, I tell this story because it appropriately demonstrates the nature of parenthood. I love Isaiah so much that I am willing to let him throw up all over me. And while I would have told you that before, I can now tell you that from experience. Being a parent is lots of fun, but it is also very messy.

The rest of the story... we all took a sick day today. Isaiah stayed home from daycare, Corrie cancelled her classes, and I am blowing my nose every 15 minutes because of some kind of late summer cold. The good news, we all took naps.