A night almost too crazy to believe...

Just had to share this - I'm sure many of you have encountered similar evenings....

Last night - Keira was doing great after finally falling asleep. Around 3am Quinn woke up crying - Billy went in to check on him, picked him up to try to provide some comfort. I hear..."What the hell smells like vomit????" - Yes, Quinn threw up all over himself and his bed..and BLANKET!!! Most of you know how precious 'buddy' is to him... So - we spent the next few hours doing laundry - nursing a baby, and holding Quinn's arms back so he'd throw up in the "poddy" instead of himself and the floor. The nursing and throwing up was occuring at the same time by the way. A sight to have been seen - me on the floor - boob in mouth, grabbing Quinn as he cried and looked at me like I was in control of what his tummy was doing....
To top it off in Billy's tired stupor...he threw a burgundy table cloth in with Quinn's bedding and blanket....yes he washed them on warm and things are tinted pink now! Parenthood brings soooo many joyous nights... Good thing they're soo cute...