Too many bodily fluids

Yesterday morning while I was nursing Mallory, Wyatt started calling for me from his bed. Tim got up and went to see what he wanted. He looked at Tim and said "I missed...in my bed".
Then in the afternoon, I was in the laundry room and Ethan informed me that Wyatt was crying because he needed to go to the bathroom. I told Ethan to tell him to get to the bathroom and he said that he was already there. I figured that he must need some assistance so I head up to the bathroom. My goodness did he need assistance....he needed help cleaning up the mess he made all over the bathroom floor. Yep...missed again.
In the evening we went out shopping for summer shoes for the boys. While we were driving to Target Ethan informs me that he has a bloody nose. He has had a stuffy/runny nose for the past couple of days and (as Grandpa Cluff calls it) was mining for treasure. He dug a little too deep this time--although it isn't the first time that his treasure hunting was followed by bloodshed. Tim was a little taken aback when I casually handed tissues back and explained that this was not a surprising turn of events.
To top the day off Mallory got a little bit fussy as we walked in the door after shopping. Tim got her out of the carseat and she almost immediately threw up all over the floor and the carseat. It was a little bit scary because it came out her nose too and she wasn't breathing for a good 10 seconds.
Now all is well---Wyatt's sheets are washed, the bathroom floor is scrubbed, Ethan's shirt has been spray and washed and is in the dryer along with Mallory's carseat cover, and I spent the night and morning cleaning carpets. Yippee (Ethan added that)