poke the feet

After tucking the kids in last night Nate and I came out the the computer to watch a show, have a treat, you know, relax.
As soon as we pushed play, Marley came running out of the bedroom telling us that Beckham was spitting from his bed down to the floor.
What?
We went in to find Beckham COVERED in vomit on the top bunk, the ladder was dripping with the stuff, a puddle on the floor, and a nice splattered wall and bookcase.
So much for relaxing.
I'm still washing blankets this morning, and putting beds back together.  
I'll be washing walls later on.
Really excited for today.


The kids are having fun playing "poke the feet" 
on the dismantled bed.