Ewwww

*warning — the title of this post is accurate, so do not read if you have a sensitive tummy*

Well, whatever Alex had last week that had him barfing all over the place, Nate seems to have had last night. As we sat in the living room of the gorgeous rental house, Nate suddenly looked up at me, sounded like he was going to choke, and then spewed a lump of half digested french fries and chicken fingers into my waiting hands. I tell ya, you’re not a real parent until you have caught vomit in your own hands to save the furniture (yours or someone else’s). Mike brought me a plate to drop said vomit into (it was almost solid, more like a cat’s hair ball than what I usually think of as vomit), as well as a new one to catch round two. Which was a good thing, since there was a round two. And a round three. And a round four. After that, the poor bug fell asleep on the couch downstairs, which made me a little nervous but I went with it and allowed him to keep sleeping while the rest of us ate dinner, since he obviously wasn’t going to be eating anyway. He woke up just as dinner was ending, crying as he came up the stairs looking for Mooooommmmmy, and then proceeded to once again get the demon look. So I swooped him up and held him over the bathroom sink, where he barfed some more.

I had brought a waterproof sheet with me, and tucked that under Nate for him to sleep (and hopefully, not barf) on. He asked me for some water about an hour after he went to bed, and would not take “just one sip”as an answer — he chugged it despite my trying to take the cup away (don’t ask why I gave him a sippy cup that was that full to begin with; I realized my error after it was too late). I decided he had to be thirsty and dehydrated, and I would just listen close to the baby monitor and hope my luck of keeping all barf off of the furniture and floors held out. Thankfully, the water did not make him barf some more, and he slept through the night and rebounded wonderfully the next day. I was the one who was a wreck, having slept so lightly looking for any sign or sound of regurgitation. Oh well.

I gotta say, though, that Nate is very cute when he is grossed out. Any sign of barf or snot or poop and he crinkles his nose, waves his hand in front of his face, and says “Eeeeewwww” in an irresistible manner. Which is amazing, given the subject matter.