Thursday, April 08, 2004
Welp. Here is something you never want to hear your child say:
"Oh no! I slipped in someone's really slippery puking!"
Uhhhh.... yeah. That would be HIS really slippery puking. This morning at 5:30 am I heard in the monitor the following: "Oh I puked. MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He had not only puked in his bed, he had puked GALLONS into his bed and then apparently had made puke angels (thx dan) causing the puke to touch and infect every bit of fabric on the bed. NEAT. And this was after last night he had told me, about the de-cased pillows, which I had questioned, "Oh, I had to open those." So it not only got on the cases but directly on the pillows and he had digested approximately nothing from his supper the previous night. I mean I saw goldfish crackers that were still swimming. SO. Nice day we are having here today. He has puked approximately eleven times and always onto something that would have been very much better WITHOUT being puked on. Including Dad. Benny came in the office wanting to be held (now a code word for imminent puke) and since I was nursing Sadie, I said, "Daddy will hold you." Benny crawled up and straddled Dan's legs, put his forehead down on Dan's chest, and unloaded volumes of vomit onto the front of his shirt and down into his lap, soaking through everything and leaving a big dramatic oval of milky puke on his shirt, directly under the black and white binary code that reads "You are dumb." Ahhhhh WHERE WAS MY CAMERA!?
"Oh no! I slipped in someone's really slippery puking!"
Uhhhh.... yeah. That would be HIS really slippery puking. This morning at 5:30 am I heard in the monitor the following: "Oh I puked. MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He had not only puked in his bed, he had puked GALLONS into his bed and then apparently had made puke angels (thx dan) causing the puke to touch and infect every bit of fabric on the bed. NEAT. And this was after last night he had told me, about the de-cased pillows, which I had questioned, "Oh, I had to open those." So it not only got on the cases but directly on the pillows and he had digested approximately nothing from his supper the previous night. I mean I saw goldfish crackers that were still swimming. SO. Nice day we are having here today. He has puked approximately eleven times and always onto something that would have been very much better WITHOUT being puked on. Including Dad. Benny came in the office wanting to be held (now a code word for imminent puke) and since I was nursing Sadie, I said, "Daddy will hold you." Benny crawled up and straddled Dan's legs, put his forehead down on Dan's chest, and unloaded volumes of vomit onto the front of his shirt and down into his lap, soaking through everything and leaving a big dramatic oval of milky puke on his shirt, directly under the black and white binary code that reads "You are dumb." Ahhhhh WHERE WAS MY CAMERA!?
