We’ve been playing musical sheets over here.

When you lay a sheet down onto the bed.

And then one of your two children decides to puke on it.

So you have to throw it in the wash and put another sheet on the bed.

And then when that first sheet gets finished in the dryer, you put it down on the other bed. And then, TA-DA! More vomit!

We’ve done 28342 loads of laundry over the last 24 hours.

Slight exaggeration, yes. But pretty close, I think.

Little baby Riyaan got what Ishu had a few days ago. And has vomited on all the surfaces of our apartment. Including, yes, all the sheets. Newly laundered and all.

He’s fine.

I think he’s fine.

He’s having wet diapers still. He seems happy and playful, even right as the vomit comes pouring outta him.

We have his 4-month appointment today. I’m guessing we’re going to delay those shots for a week or so. But it’ll be nice to have the appointment so we can see the doctor. Last night was the first night I slept away from him since he was BORN. Ankur slept with him and I slept with Ishu. Which means Ankur is a tired little cookie this morning.

THANK YOU TO THE MOMS I TEXTED IN A PANIC LAST NIGHT.

I went down a Google rabbit hole about whether I should continue nursing him or not nursing him. And the Internet will tell you that all things are true and all things are false and all things are right and all things are wrong.

So it was nice to have some mama friends to lean on when Google sent me in a spiral.

You’d think after the first kid, I would learn to stay off the Internet.

But here we are.

Anyway, happy Friday all! Going to go make some coffee.

Have a good weekend! 🙂