Wrigglebot is now officially no longer a baby, he is  a little boy.  You ask me how I can tell, I can tell from his vomit.  No longer is it milky and unoffensive now it is chunky and carrot filled. Wrigglebot was sick last night and threw up all over his bed and because I was out he went on to throw up all over Husband, it was definitely big boy vomit. Thus I received an urgent SOS call and quickly came home to find a cot full of vomit and a floor with tracks of vomit all over it.  Not very pleasant but at least it wasn’t on me!

I always wondered how mothers were able to clean up vomit without throwing up themselves or making a huge deal of it and I guess I realised last night that you just do what you have to do. I felt a lot worse for little Wrigglebot being sick than for myself having to clean it up and I guess that is what mothers do, they care for their children and develop the amazing super power of being able to block out smells as they accomplish their necessary tasks.

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