Transplanting a Seattleite

This is one of those little joys I am still looking forward to. The Amazing Poo Bomb, check, trip to the emergency room, check, throw up all over everything, not check.

I have been told a tale that my husband was picked up by his father, and, without warning, threw up in his face....

(It would be nice if the little guy slept all night, but not yet.)

(Wait, you tracked down *all* the sippy cups?! Where were they??)