One thing, however, that I do not miss from the baby stages, is cleaning up puke, specifically- baby bed,disinfecting the spindles of the crib, scrubbing carpet, 8 loads of laundry, bath at 3AM, baby puke!
Once the kids are no longer confined by the bars of a crib, can recognize what that rumbly in their tumbly means, and have the ability to run to the bathroom and GOD WILLING- make it to the toilet, they have really reached a huge milestone. In my opinion, it's up there with potty training!
Unfortunately, with some monster stomach bugs, this milestone isn't foolproof. Sadly, my daughter was cursed with one such bug at 3:30 this morning!
Now, when a child makes it to the toilet - I'm there! On bended knee, squatting next to them...pulling their hair out of the way, rubbing their back, running a cool rag over their forehead and neck, softly encouraging it'll be Ok, honey.
But when a kid throws up in her nice and clean bedroom in the middle of the night (and, of course, her bed is the FURTHEST from the door!)
and continues to throw up as she treks down an obnoxiously long hallway to the bathroom leaving a yak trail the ENTIRE way, my compassion doesn't come as easy. (The right side of that picture looked like a 9 year old exploded!)
Instead of standing vigil next to her and her porcelain god, I was busy shedding the bed linens, wiping down the walls and ceiling, steam cleaning the carpets, wondering what time Target opens to buy new mini-blinds and an alarm clock and disinfecting the room and the vomit trail so I'm not doing the same thing within the next 24 hours with one of the other kids!