Last night I was in bed at 9:30, exhausted, figured it was from taking care of a pair of twins who were a bit under the weather. Then 10:30 hit...and the sweet little girl laying beside me woke me with some of the most violent vomiting I've ever witnessed. Poor thing. And, if anyone knows my Baby Girl, they'll know that she likes things to go HER way...and barfing is NOT something that is "her way". We got her in the tub, cleaned up our bed, tossed her hair in a pony and sat down to catch more puke. The Mr. left for his weekly adoration time at church, and he had been gone for about 3 minutes when I heard a mysterious coughing coming from a different room. I opened the door to our boys' room and was hit, smack in the face, with the overwhelming odor of vomit. And, there was Hambone, laying in his own gastric contents, barely awake. At this point, Baby Girl is crying, I'm not sure if she has to throw up more, my 5 year old is lying in his puke, and my husband i...