The boys and I celebrated the last night of Hanukkah with a disgusting meal ala Angelina...really it was remarkably bad. Bodhi had been feeling a little punky all day and after his second bite of beet greens and spinach he gagged. I said, "Spit it out. In fact everyone spit it out. This food is terrible." Unfortunately, Bodhi's belly was already lurching and he began a tremendous display of projectile vomiting where he stood. I was poised nearby, arms out stretched, legs spread wide in the stance of a referee on home base calling "SAFE". I carried him to the sink where he continued unabated and I spent the rest of the evening cleaning, bleaching, rocking, soothing and pampering. Ahh. A celebration of light in preperation for the longest night of the year. An appropriate event for such a night.