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9.20.2004

4.02am.

i wake up and hear Moosie coughing. both boys have colds so i went to his room to crawl in with him. no Moosie in there. i find 'Elephant' laying in the hallway and the bathroom light is on. i walk in to find him throwing up. now, in my case, that is about as equivilent to the apocalypse as you can get. however. my 3 year old is standing, alone, over the toilet, getting things done. no crying, no yelling for mom, no nothing. just as simple as that. no mess in bed, on the floor, on him... just in the toilet. in the middle of the night.

so that made me think 2 things: that i am so proud of him for being so brave, and that i am a cowardly wussie hiding in my room, blogging, while grandma & grandmpa tend to the vomiting child. im feeling less happy about the latter.

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