It was like something out of a movie. Ingrid erupts with spit up, saturating her clothes, the pack-n- play and her face. I scoop her up in time to get covered in spit up myself. The kids are taking turns pretending to be horses and are oblivious to the barf so I fill the baby bathtub and go to change my shirt, taking my very unhappy baby with me.
I return to the bathtub to find Everett, quite proud of himself, fully dressed and in the baby bathtub. I pull him out with one hand and tell him to get some undies. By now, 2 out of my 3 children are screaming. I rinse Ingrid off, wrap her up and start to diaper her. Just then, Everett climbs onto the couch and starts to pee. Unfortunately, he chose the non-leather couch.
I might have gotten to him in time if I wasn't cleaning out her chins.