We made it for almost two-and-a-half years… Molly finally hurled.  She must have caught a nasty stomach bug from preschool, because half the class was gone today with probably the same thing.  Poor little kid- we had dinner last night, and she totally spewed chunks while we were sitting on the couch… completely covered the couch cushion and even got two of her favorite stuffed animals who were sitting within the “blast zone.”  There was no way for them to escape in time.  And I can’t really get that “bile smell” out of their fur… yuck.

Anyway, poor little Molly would get to urge to upchuck about every 10-15 minutes for almost three hours.  She was so tired and we finally put her down to bed with lots of towels covering her comforter.  She made it through the night pretty well and was fine this morning, thank goodness.  Now I’ve got a whole load of laundry from the “incident.”

I realized there are so many fun euphemisms for vomiting… blowing chunks, puke, tossing cookies, hurl, upchuck, technicolor yawn, spewing, ralphing… if you’ve got a favorite, share it on a comment!

~ Erin

Ah, the power of stickers… we have found Molly’s currency.  I wouldn’t call it bribery, but it comes dangerously close!  We’ve resorted to offering Molly stickers for good behavior, and I actually got her to sit on her potty chair for a few minutes, all in exchange for a precious dinosaur sticker!  (No actual pee just yet, but ya gotta start somewhere!)

I remember collecting stickers when I was little… we had sticker books to showcase our favorites.  And when I was older, Garbage Pail Kids stickers were all the rage… I found some of them and they’re kind of horrifying. 

~ Erin

My lovely sister Amanda has gone 363 days without posting on her blog.  This is my attempt to shame her into getting back into it.  Granted, she has spent the past year with very limited internet access and she just moved to a new town, started a new job and started paralegal night classes, but COME ON!! 

So if you want Amanda to start blogging again, leave a comment to this post.  My hope is that she’ll read this post and realize the errors of her ways.   

Hey, I’m a 30-year-old wife and mother… if I can’t live vicariously through the life of my younger sister, then what?!  C’mon, Amanda- share your random musings with us once more!!

~ Erin

P.S.  The rest of you who haven’t updated in a while are officially on notice!  (Kelli! Karla! Mark!)