Vomit and shit oh my

 Being the proud owner of 3 cats (all of which sport long hair) I clean up a LOT of vomit.  Far too much of it really.  There is nothing appealing about it, but at this point it has become frequent enough that it no longer fazes me in the least.  It is just like any other crummy task that has to be done.  I will say this though, the spot cleaner I purchased for just such occasions has been WORTH EVERY PENNY (and then some).  

Being the proud father of a little boy (or a GI tract with legs) I now have intimate experience with shit as well.  Lots of it.  Many times daily.  It is my least favorite part about being a parent.  I am able to suppress, for the most part, my gag reflex, but I have never quite gotten over my disdain for all things fecal.  Still, it is all part of the job and frankly there is no way around it. 

Being an IV nurse, I see a lot of blood.  Occasionally, I get to collect urine and feces as well (thankfully not a common task).  I used to dislike dealing with blood, but I have come to see it as no better or worse than any other part of my job.  

So, despite my rather intimate and frequent dealings with bodily fluids, I am still not totally inured to things.  Case in point, yesterday Quinn learned how to make himself vomit by jamming his hand down the back of his throat.  Once could be qualified as a fluke, but I watched him do so 3 times.  Then, later on, when I went to get him out of the car seat on one our trips out of the house, he was also covered in vomit (very likely the same reason).   This isn't necessarily a problem, yet, but it is disconcerting to watch.  He isn't upset about it either...it more or less appears like he is amazed at this new ‘skill’.  More updates if it keeps happening. 

Later the same evening, Tia and I generally let him run around naked after his bath for a bit.  It gives him some diaper free time which is supposed to be good.  However, pretty soon that might be an only outdoor option.  He has shat upon the bathmat and on the rug in his room.  Last night, he apparently did so in the living room, and then stomped through it and onto the rug and into the bedroom.  It is not awesome.  Thankfully, he is.