Puke- the test of love....

This was one of those laugh-at-it- later-but-be-incredibly-stressed in the middle of it moment, that I had yesterday. I had hurt my back earlier in the day and was having trouble getting around. We were driving to a friend's birthday party, and all of a sudden everything turned to chaos. My baby got hungry and started wailing, my two year old threw up pink chunky puke all over himself, and I was lost. Grinding my teeth, from the pain in my back I squeezed myself into the back seat, where with one hand I fed my baby a bottle, and with the other wiped pink puke from my boy's face, while my four year old turned on the blinkers, wind shield wipers, and the veggie tales music up loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear.

It's a test of love when you have to clean up puke, and you don't throw up yourself. When you care more about getting it off of them, than you do about getting it on yourself. I love my boys, even through all the puke, noise and pain.