A Milestone for Miles

He had his first introduction to all out vomiting. It was not enjoyable for anyone involved. He puked all over the living room carpet, furniture, blankets, himself, and his mother. He was so panicked he was rubbing it all over his face and hair, which FREAKED Maggie out. She was gagging and crying and asking why, and telling him to stop. I think I missed the garbage can entirely. He went straight to the bath, where Maggie continued to cry and say that she didn't want him to feel yucky. Then she told him that she would teach him everything to do when you are sick. Good times.

It goes a little something like this

So we have an adventerous life here at the Keen household, and it goes a little something like this.

Maggie: I love camp. I want to go every single day.

She comes home looking like this:

She seems alright and the doctor has no appointments for the rest of the day, so we do our normal nighttime routine.

She wakes up in the morning looking like this.

We hit the doctor this AM who says big mosquito bite and sends us on our way to buy this:

Before people start getting concerned about recals or anything of that nature, we bought the generic. But there are few things worse than a kid on antihistamines. They are like little monsters