The kids have been taking turns getting sick. Every weekend it's someone different. This week it's Finley's turn. Mr. Stannix and I were downstairs in the kids "fort" enjoying a favorite TV show together when we heard Finley on the baby monitor. I went up and grabbed him, fed him, and then passed him to his Daddy. I was gone for maybe two minutes before I heard, "Help!" I came back to find Mr. Stannix laughing as carefully as he could so that the puke wouldn't drip anywhere else on his shirt. In our six years of parenting, Mr. Stannix has never been puked on this bad. After our tummies hurt from laughing I took the baby and sent Mr. Stannix to the shower telling him how lucky he is that he doesn't have long hair and it wasn't bananas or peaches. Oh man, I love that guy!
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