It’s been a while since I was last puked on. I’m still not entirely sure if last night’s puke wasn’t just a lot of spit up or if it was actually vomit. It did smell off, but then again everything that comes out of The Boy smells. Not that Sophia’s diapers smelled like roses but MYGOD they never smelled as bad as his do while her sustenance was entirely breast milk. Anyway, his spewing of milk reminded me uncivilized it is around here.
Sophia runs around telling me about her belches and farts because it is of course encouraged by Kurt, so after some form of gas escapes she tells me, “Big be-woo-ch” (big belch) or “witt-oh fah-wt” (little fart). Lukas is frequently seen lying around the house after staying up all night.
And sometimes there is evidence of heavy drinking involved…
I have to admit though; the kids aren’t the only unrefined ones. Lately my shirts have been coming up for more than a Flash Friday. Sorry but there are no photos and no scheduled public viewings. It’s only by demand of the boss.