Of all the places…

…to have your son throw up in the middle of the night, into two good sized drawers full of legos is one of the worst. With Christian’s previous condition, we got plenty of experience in this type of cleanup, but last night was a bit more difficult. It took me about two hours (from about 1 to 3 am) to clean all of them off.

12 Comments

  1. Posted February 8, 2006 at 12:31 pm | Permalink

    I’m sorry!

  2. Dan
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 1:01 pm | Permalink

    You should of just bought new ones. Or put them in a tub to soak.

    That sucks.

    where’s the lost blog?

  3. Dave Z
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 1:31 pm | Permalink

    I’ll pitch in for new ones.

    been there done that, as parents you become veterans of this stuff, but you guys have had more than your share as a family.

    story: one time chris came running to me, when he was 4, saying his stomach hurt, right after I showered put on clean clothes and as he embraced me he hurled on the front of my shirt. funny to me now.

  4. ma ma j
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 2:18 pm | Permalink

    You could put them in one of those net-handwash-things and run them through the dishwasher. I’m sure it’s too late for that now. And hopefully there will never be another opportunity to test it out.

  5. Posted February 8, 2006 at 3:05 pm | Permalink

    Dan - I did end up putting them in the tub (and sink) and then rinsing them off while pulling them out of the water. It still takes a long time because it’s a lot of legos, and they have all these little holes that stuff can get in.

    The Lost blog is coming, but it might not be ready before tonight, so I’m going to post on that theory/prediction I talked to you about last night regarding tonight’s episode, just so that it’s on the record before the episode airs.

  6. nstryker
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 3:13 pm | Permalink

    lego fire!

  7. Martha
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 4:16 pm | Permalink

    What a great dad and husband. I don’t do well with puke clean up. He took the whole thing on and never bothered me once. YAY Jared! You rock!

  8. ma ma j
    Posted February 8, 2006 at 4:44 pm | Permalink

    I love husbands who deal with barf and clean toilets.

  9. michel
    Posted February 9, 2006 at 11:28 am | Permalink

    Yeah, husbands who deal with barf and clean toilets are a special breed. You have my sympathy, Jared. That’s nasty stuff especially in the middle of the night. Like all parents, I have a few similar but not as bad stories. Here’s one: The night before I started working at the Reporter (first job for someone else in 7 years) Sam hovered over my bed at 3 a.m. saying, “I don’t feel good.” He made it to the hallway when it began. It was a bad, bad mess that involved much cleaning, comforting and laundering. Suffice to say showing up a few hours later for training as an editorial assistant was not my ideal scenario. Such is life!

  10. Dan
    Posted February 9, 2006 at 2:54 pm | Permalink

    lost.dancameron.org soon!

  11. nstryker
    Posted February 9, 2006 at 5:08 pm | Permalink

    i took care of my own barf!

  12. Martha
    Posted February 9, 2006 at 5:21 pm | Permalink

    Well, one’s own barf is another story. Hopefully you are big enough to get it into some sort of receptacle. Kids are not so good at foreseeing what is coming.

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