I think my son needs to do some re-prioritizing in his life.
Twice this week during his nap (oh, blessed nap time), he has awakened to fitful screaming at the top of his lungs as if someone was coming after him with a knife. I rush in to see how I can be assistance only to find he is holding his sock high in the air screaming "SOCK, SOCK!" Of course I rush to his aid and immediately return the offending sock. He then is able to go back to sleep. PTL!
However, I go to get him out of the bed yesterday morning, only to step in some very cold, squishy. . . something. . .YUCK. B stands up holding something dark saying ever so matter of factly. . ."poop." Ummmm. . .that isn't poop. My child had at some point during the night thrown up and promptly gone back to sleep without the slightest whine nor whimper. . . How can that be?