Happy Mother's Day to me?

Well, my mother's day was concluded by none only than vomit.
Flynn puked twice - all over me - to the point of my entire outfit needing to be changed. Vanilla milk nonetheless.
Then, Gabe woke up about, um, 4 times. Screaming fits.
I don't think the sleep training is working. According to the 'chair method' he should be trained by tonight. It's not looking too favorable.

I think that would be the epitome of Mother's Day.
That's okay... I'll take it anyway.