This morning was also delightful, with the small exception that at about 7:45am Grant gagged indelicately on some phlegm and then forcefully vomited apparently a gallon of curdled milk all over my chest, stomach, and lap as well as the bed sheets. I yelped, "Oh gross- help!" Matt groggily got up, stumbled around for a moment, and started to hand me a tiny washcloth. I said, "No dear, this is more like 'bath towel' level." To his credit, he can't see squat without his glasses on.
After cleanup was complete, we had pancakes and coffee. Lovely.
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