Well i must say-this is not a very pleasant picture, but neither was our morning this past thursday. At about 6:30a.m. Easton came in our room to tell us he had thrown up. Ryan was up getting ready for work so i pretended i didn't hear so that he might take care of the situation. He kindly took easton to the bath tub although there was no throw up on him. he then proceeded to go into the boys room and noticed that the "puke" had been projected onto the floor. Just as he was about to turn to get some carpet cleaner and towels, Sarah popped her throw-up covered head out of bed and said "Daddy"!! She was as happy as could be although she was covered from head to toe in her brothers sausage and mint vomit. She was so excited that she could get in the bath she never knew that she had an exact likeness to one of the garbage pail kids from the late 80's (do any of you remember those??) Another day of parenting has passed us by, but they all make funny memories.
