Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day...

It started out well. Grant came with me to school today because I only had to teach one class (which was considerably shortened to begin with). It was his Disneyworld. So many things to look at, loads of people oohing and ahhing. Grant was the center of the world. Just how he likes it. But it came at a cost because it meant an altered nap schedule. Not, just how he likes it.

We did okay with some mild crankiness through the afternoon, and somehow, we got through dinner. In his sleep deprived state, Grant bonked his head: his first real self inflicted baby injury. He is now sporting a hefty bump between the eyes, a party foul that occured while trying new sit to crawl techniques.

In the end, I knew Grant would go to bed extra early, so when clock struck 5, it was off to bed. That's when things went downhill in a hurry.

Grant has been a great sleeper lately. I mean GREAT! He's stopped waking up so dang early, which is a huge relief to his mommy, and on the whole, he puts down between 12 and 13 uninterrupted hours every night. No fussing. No crying. Just lots of good sleep.

He's had a bit of a cough lately, not to mention all the teeth coming in, and he's still the power sleeper. He does struggle with the coughing, so at night, we've been giving him some cough medicine that the doctor gave us several months ago.

Tonight, about 10 minutes after putting him down, I heard the cough start. It didn't end. Then, I heard the "that's got product to back it up" cough, and I'd like to say that I rushed in, but I waited for Bret to bound up the stairs so we could survey the damage together. Moral support is necessary in moments like these.

This is what we found:


Sorry for the explicit content, but you just had to see. The poor kid coughed so hard, he threw up all over himself and his sheets... and then, of course, proceeded to roll around it with a sheepish grin.

Happy Thanksgiving.