Imagine the scene. Daddy sits down with son no. 3 to watch their favourite football team on the TV... The match kicks off... Son no. 3, having been a bit fevered last night, dozes off in his loving father's arms...

The second half begins, son no. 3 stirs and then goes back to sleep.. 10 minutes to go... will their favourite football team score? Can they win the game? Cue son no. 3 coughing a little and then

BLEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH

A brown, acrid stream of vomit issues forth from son no. 3's little mouth all over Daddy and all over the sofa.. The lad pauses, opens his eyes and again another torrent of warm, largely undigested food mixed with gastric juices makes an appearance all down Dad's best trousers.

The cry goes up: "WIFE!!!!!"

Ah, the joys of being a parent...

Next time: What it's like when you find out your eldest son got the girl next door pregnant...

Oh no!!!!!! The best trousers too!

Reminds me what Matti did at a friends twins' christening. I was sitting in the Church in the one smart outfit I fitted in after being pregnant with my 12 week old baby on my lap justifibly proud of my first born son, as all new mums tend to be, when he filled his nappy. Not only did he fill his nappy, but he covered his little sailorsuit babygro and splattered my skirt. After I cleaned him up and promptly gave him to daddy (who was busy being a god parent) I relaxed and enjoyed the party... this was until I gave him a feed prior to going home where he promptly brought a large amount of undigested milk all over my back.

Son 2 Mummy 0!

oh dear...

How good it is to be a grandparent.

So pleased I've had my tea.

Poor lad is still heaving away. Three changes of bedclothes later...

Fortunately the last time one of mine was sick, he made it to the toilet/deposited contents of stomach in bowl everytime. I felt so lucky - no extra laundry just a quick sprint limp around the house with the disinfectant.

That's what we call our eldest son, Matthew.

Picture a Christmas Day, Matti almost 2 years old. Table laid for royalty, everything very posh - absolutely perfect.

Sit down, Matti having a cuddle prior to me pouring the wine. I absent-mindedly take a small spoon and give him some chestnut puree.

No warning. A large stream of vomit hits the centre of the table.

My wife saw the funny side.... after a very, very long time!

Steve

How much of the wine did you have to pour down her first?

The usual scenario for me goes as follows:

1. Deborah spies cute child and says to its proud parent "Aaah! May I hold it?"
2. Proud parent agrees; Deborah holds cute child over her shoulder.
3. Cute child vomits down Deborah's back.

I've wised up enough to this one to get my hair out of the way before holding cute child. The best parents will drape a cloth over me before handing over their infant.

But enough of my problems. Is JuniorBouffant v3.0 better now? Has the sofa cleaned up OK? Can your trousers be washed or dry-cleaned without any problems? Did Liverpool win in the end?

Said lad heaved into the early hours. Number of bed/pyjama changes: 5 ... He's bouncing around the lounge now, so I trust he's over it... That said, there can't be anything left in his stomach, so I wonder what will happen when he gets breakfast...

Trousers went in the washing machine. They may well turn into my new pair of "gardening trousers" if you know what I mean.

Liverpool drew 0-0.. I suppose it was a fair commentary on a dour game!

We had this happen once on a rather choppy ferry crossing over the north sea.
Parents were both seasick (unusual for me).
No 1 child (3 yrs old) was fit as a fiddle and demanding food.
No2 child (a few months old - I'd planned to feed her on and off during the crossing to keep her quiet and contented) was throwing up every few minutes. Spare clothes gone through in the first half hour. All other changes of clothing inaccessibly stowed away in car on car deck.

The lowest point was at about midnight, wandering round trying to amuse no 2 by keeping her on the move, and having to hand her to a complete stranger while I dived into the nearest loo.

Hope yours is well and truly recovered, Mr B !

Oh dear. :| That is why I don't want to be a parent. ever

I had to hand child two to a friend at a funeral once because it was a baby's funeral and child two was only 6 months old. I just couldn't keep it together. At least he wasn't sick. He's the good one. Matti once had a spectacular effort down the stairs. I was so glad hubby was in, it took me over half an hour to clean it up.

oh dear

Now I'm feeling pukey

No 1 once brought a bug home from school which he kindly passed on to the rest of us. Within 24 hrs son no 2 had to be admitted to hospital as a result of the bug. Even grandma, who takes pride in her cast iron constitution, came down with it.

One of our worst ( and our three have not been sick very often ) - this was my eldest son, was feeling rather odd and as it was Christmas Eve, we were all rushing around a lot as we were 'doing' Christmas so didn't think too much of it. It was about 01.30 and I literally was up to my wrists stuffing the turkey when I heard a plaintive 'Mum....' from the landing. I dashed out, eggy, breadcrumby hands and all to meet a stream of you kno what as my son threw up over the banister, hitting the stairs and just avoiding my head. Poor lad, spent Christmas night sleeping on the bathrrom floor by the loo as he refused to go anywhere else. I cleaned up then went back to my stuffing after having had a very thorough hand wash !

What a lovely night. Lost half a stone due to this bloomin' bug

oh poor you. I wouldn't read the rest of the thread just now if I were you! Hope you soon feel better Mr B - and hope the others don't get it.

Now you've discovered the real joy of parenthood. The little blighters give you everything. I'm really gratedful that Matti brought a cold home from school and now we've all got it (not).

I've managed 8 years and 4 kids without getting a sausage... The lesson is never to let your kids throw up all over you LOL..

Must be something going round- I got the bug at 2.00 on Sunday morning- very embarrassing as I was staying at somebody's house several hundred miles away from home, and had only met them the day before.
Spent yesterday in bed... have not eaten for ages.
I think I caught it from school- we were told about it at the end of the week, and I'm not allowed to come back until I've been clear for 48 hours (shame...)

Poor u MTT... although I like this logic, I should use it for work....

Well, it is for the good of your colleagues.

same if anyone gets flu

You probably don't all want to know this but...

When my son was about a year old, and was in a forwards-facing car seat in the front passenger seat (because I didn't have an airbag in my old car!), he threw up his breakfast on the way into nursery one morning. He'd eaten 2 weetabixes (because he's a bit of a pig ) and he managed to spray the dashboard, windscreen, gear stick, steering wheel, and me. I had to turn around and drive home, and clean us both up, and then clean the car up. Missed a day's work, and he didn't even seem ill - bounced around quite happily for the rest of the day.

Problem was, some had gone down the air vents and was impossible to get out - cue vile smell emanating from the heating system every time I needed to demist the windscreen

Suffice to say, shortly after that we p-exed the car for another one....

Hope all is well in the MrB household now