First Time: So Heather and I were talking the other day how Nathan has never thrown up. Boy is that ironic. So I'm sitting down watching Jeopardy wondering how I can be so tired and it's barely 8 o'clock when all of a sudden Nathan starts yelling like he's in pain. I ask him what hurts and he pats his stomach. I put him on the floor just in time for him to start yaking. Of course I try to catch it which makes no sense at all either at the time or now but hey these things happen.

So right now he's in the tub because I don't know what else to do with him. At this rate he's going to get really pruned.