Maintaining the Award

I'm hard at work keeping up with the requirements of my Parent of the Year award. 

I heard Eva coughing on the baby monitor last night and I thought I should get up and check on her.  However, I was so warm and comfy that I just laid there and listened for a minute.  She coughed a couple of times and then quickly quieted down, so I rolled on over and went back to sleep.  I had a great night's sleep.

This morning I opened Eva's bedroom door and was punched in the nose by the overwhelming and unmistakable scent of vomit.  Eva was standing at the edge of her crib smiling and stomping her feet with excitement that I was there.  Her shirt was covered in barf, as was her blanket and mattress.  I felt like the big jerk that I am.  The coughing was her throwing up and I was too lazy to get up and check on her.  Dangit!

I feel like a horse's patoot.  I'm obviously planning on keeping this award forever.