Picture this...

Isaac calls my name and tells me his tummy hurts. I go to him, lean in close, and in a concerned mothering way I ask how sick he feels. As if on cue, he sits up and literally projectile vomits in my face. My glasses splattered with red throwup, my hair, my FACE. Ugh! Luckily my mouth was closed. Amazingly, just a drop or two landed on the bed...why? Because it all landed on my FACE. So sick. Is it wrong that for a split second I wanted to find the camera to take a picture for my blog?

Poor little guy. He's quarantined to the bed now and hopefully Amaya won't get it. But I have to say, that was a true mom moment that I could have done without. Yuck.