We thought it would be a slow morning, but we were very wrong.

Tornado boy

We woke up to E moving around in bed like a tornado. He usually comes to sleep with us during the night to feel safe, so this is nothing unusual.

I was already wide awake at that point. Mentally I wanted more sleep, but my body had clearly decided otherwise.

Then suddenly M said,
“He’s going to throw up.”

I barely had time to react before I instinctively put my hands under his mouth — and yes, correctly.

I quickly lifted him out of bed while using my hands as a temporary bucket. M looked completely panicked for a second, probably because it’s very rare that E throws up, so I just yelled:
“GET A BUCKET!”

Thank God for my unusually big hands. Honestly, I don’t even want to think about where everything would have ended up otherwise.

We’re currently on the sofa watching YouTube and trying to have a calmer rest of the day.

My poor little man. I hope that E and the day gets better ❤️