The Princess of Puke

Welcome to the Germ Factory, owned and operated by the Vincent family. Just for stoping by you'll be eligible to receive your choice of the stomach flu, brochialitis, ear infection, common cold, hacking cough, diareaha, sleeplessness, or any combination thereof.  Can I just say that I have officially had enough of winter already!

Poor Daddy had his first solo vomit-o-roma episode first thing Saturday morning. Not ten minutes after I left the house did disaster strike.  After desimating her crib with vomit, she procceeded to coat Daddy, the floor and possibly BonBon with warm, smelly, ickyness. Other than leaving no bedroom surface or inhabitant without need of washing and disinfecting little Miss procceded through her Saturday like a champ, Mommy and Daddy however did not feel like we were winning the illness war.

I have to give my husband the "Tough Daddy" award for the weekend though. To his credit he handled it like a champ. This is a man who had gone 20 years without vomitting himself, and who on multiple occassions, prior to the birth of our little one, had opted to turn up the volume on the TV downstairs while I hugged the toilet bowl upstairs. I think it may have something to do with the fact that this little girl is the epicenter of his universe (just a guess).

Needless to say we had a poopy-vomiting weekend and the week is not off to any better of a start. Daddy is now sick at home trying to keep up with the Princess of Puke today while I'm at work hacking up a lung on my unsuspecting co-workers. If anyone needs a day off just stop by my little incubator of the viral plague and I'll be sure to pass it a long to you to! No purchase necessary. Multiple winners will be awarded...


But seriously, how can you look at this adorable little germ carrier and want to do anything but love her?