I have timidly typed comments on other blogs about the horrors of little ones upchucking in the middle of the night. You see, truth is, it’s not something Sean and I have had to deal with, that is until the night before last. Briar threw up on me once when she was less than a year old, but it was in broad daylight and was over as quickly as it began. Avery has never thrown up. So, when I’ve read about other parents being woken by ominous splashes and mournful wails, I’ve not wanted to jinx things. And don’t worry, I am not going to regale you with the specifics of what came up. I just have to share a bit of the story…