So we woke up this morning as usual to JJ's crys for his morning 8 oz. bottle of thick, creamy whole milk. Just as usual, he downed his bottle but then unexpectantly started vomiting all over our bed, pillows, blankets and us. I ran and grabbed towels and the fun began.
Lisa put JJ in the tub for a quick bath. His humor returned when he farted or "bippled" as Lisa's family would say. Because I reacted previously to this antic, he squeezed even harder and then crapped in the tub. Oops. My bad. I got him ready and Lisa was nice to clean up the tub.
Later in the evening, we picked up Olivia from our neighbor's house and went to grab a $5 pizza (we're cheap). We made sure to grab plenty of towels for JJ just in case, but just as we were entering the neighborhood, Olivia commences to vomit all over the interior of our new car. I'm taking a deep breath now. Lisa quickly snatched the towel from JJ and held Olivia's mouth with it until her tummy ordered a cease fire. That wasn't until she managed to shoot the seat, inside the seat belt buckle(yuck), carpet and inside the toy bucket.
The good news was that we were able to thow away those pesky McDonald's toys since they weren't worth cleaning. Maybe it was worth it? Do any of you have vomit comet stories?
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My favorite is when they throw up at night, we pull them out of bed, rinse them off in the tub, give them fresh sheets and fresh pajamas, and put them back to sleep - only to have them puke all over themsleves again in 20 minutes. It's hard to be mad at them in such a pitiful state, but I do my best.
Why do they always seem to find a way to christen the new car? It's amazing the amount of gross things that can come out of such a cute little body. It's a good thing they're so cute and loveable, right?
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