{"id":2986,"date":"2014-03-17T09:13:56","date_gmt":"2014-03-17T13:13:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/?p=2986"},"modified":"2015-02-16T13:07:49","modified_gmt":"2015-02-16T18:07:49","slug":"catch-puke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/2014\/03\/catch-puke.html","title":{"rendered":"Catch-Puke"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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Children vomiting sucks, and I hate it. There\u2019s no getting around the dreaded stomach bug when you\u2019re a mom, but there\u2019s also no use pretending it\u2019s not basically the worst thing ever.<\/p>\n

That being said, I thought I had reached the apex of upchuck trials when Charlotte, at the age of 18 months, became convinced that the trash can and toilet made<\/em> her puke, and subsequently puked everywhere but there. This continued well into her third year, and happened to coincide with the most stomach-bug-happy period of our lives. In fact, we\u2019ve only had one stomach bug since she became semi-rational and willing to throw up in a receptacle instead of on my shoulder,<\/p>\n

But then Lincoln got sick. Sick enough to throw up absolutely everything for the last 24 hours, yet not sick enough to stop running around with his adorable tiny dancing-run. So I\u2019ve developed a new event in the parenting Olympics. Like a hideous inverse of dodgeball, this one is called catch-puke.\u00a0 Here\u2019s how it works:<\/p>\n