So, the baby is feeling better and even slept his usual 6:30pm to 6:30am last night. This morning, he kept cereal and a bottle down and hasn't gotten sick in 24 hours. Thinking everything is fine...or really not even considering it....I take him to the floor to play and we end up in the "superman" pose. I'm on my back with legs up; Jack is resting on his tummy on my knees and shins. Carter is behind me talking to him and we see him put his head down for a second. He says, "What's wrong with the baby? Where's Jack?"
Shortly after, Jack lifts his head and throws up just about every bit of breakfast and bottle in his tummy.....all over me.
Carter dies laughing. I scream for Blake who is downstairs working. Jack looks at us all in confusion. Once Blake takes control and I regain composure, my blogger-in-the-making husband yells, "Go get the camera!" And, shortly after, my protege son says, "Yeah. This is SO going on the internet."