Lovin' the Wipes

So last night we woke up to Hannah at the foot of our bed (which isn't an uncommon occurrence). But she kept talking about her blanket being yucky and her bed being yucky...and that late at night- it takes a while to process anything that's being said. And Vern was having an especially hard time. So I suggested smelling her "yucky" blanket (assuming it was a pee accident). It wasn't- it was throw up (and I half expected Vern to vomit in response...he has a very big gag reflex!). So I took over and got everything all cleaned up and everyone back in their beds.

Then not much later, I realized that Hannah's door was open. So I went to investigate just as Hannah was coming back down the hall (from the family room) with baby wipes in her hands. I didn't even have time to ask about it before she was vomiting into her handful of wipes. Knowing those little hands wouldn't hold out against large amounts of vomit- I took over. By the time I got to the sink to dispose of my handful of regurgitated food (sorry for the visual)...I realized that I hardly had any on me. The wipes had kept me vomit free. So- despite the late hour and the gut-wrenching smell...I was feeling rather pleased that Hannah (1) had the self composure to wait to throw up until she had something to catch it (even if it was just wipes) and (2) that she chose the wipes in the first place. They were like ready made gloves. So today- I'm loving the wipes!! (and the fact that no one else has thrown up...yet!!)