Monday, September 21, 2009

The last one you'll ever read

Josh indeed made it back home this weekend, which is always a good thing. :)

He even let me slip away all Sunday afternoon to shop with a friend!

To reward daddy for that nice gesture, our son woke up from his nap covered in vomit. Ew #1.

After Josh got him out of the bath, he sat Derek on the recliner in his towel while he went to grab some clean clothes for him. When he returned he found a little lake under the kid, and a lovely urine-soaked towel. Ew #2. At least it was a leather recliner.

I don't think I'm going to be able to go shopping again for a long time.

But Josh, if it makes you feel any better, this morning I also found some surprise vomit in the crib. And not just in the crib, but on the walls and the floor as well. Ew #'s 3, 4, & 5.

What is the deal with that kid, you ask?
Well, he has a very sensitive tummy. Turns out that antibiotic he's on for the ear infection is upsetting his system. Ew #'s 6 & 7 were in his diaper later this morning as well.

If I had to choose a word to describe the aroma in our home at various points today, "fresh" wouldn't be it.

Derek is quite unperturbed about the whole thing. He was immensely entertained by me moving his crib away from the wall and watching the proceedings.

"Derry frow up. Mama cean it. Haf hot dog now?"

Uh, I don't think so.

I'm thinking that if there are any of you out there who were wondering if they should continue checking in on my blog, I just made your decision a lot easier.

Thanks for stopping by, and have a great life.

Disgusting in Mountain Home


Heather and Scott said...

OH, poor Derek. And poor Mommy and Daddy! You need to record Derek saying these things...he's still adorable!

Jen McD said...

yea... that's nasty. Poor Derry. Part of me would love to be a fly on the wall if Keith had to handle that situation ;-)

Rachel said...

Thanks for the lack of photos :) Sorry for your distress. Sorry for Derek too, but why is it that kids seem to totally not care about puking? I would be quivering in the corner. Signed, "Puke phobic in California."