Saturday, February 2, 2008

Poor Kev!

**Be forewarned, this post is NOT for the faint of heart...OR stomach**

Wednesday night Kevin and I arrived home after a long day at work. Natalie had just eaten and we were spending a little bit of time with her before we put her to bed for the night. Kevin was playing with her - getting her to smile and coo and held her up above his head to elicit just one more smile when she decided that she just couldn't hold onto that last bit of milk she'd just had. Down came the deluge of spitup (why dont you call it puke at this age?) all over his face and into his still open and smiling mouth. That's right... she puked right into his mouth!!

I was hysterical, in a ball of laughter on the floor. It was all I could do to reach up with a burp cloth and blot at the big glob of barf covering his eyelid and forehead. Ahhh... bless him for not freaking out and dropping her right then and there. I believe he was spitting into the sink for a good 10 minutes after that!

The moral of this story is this: NEVER hold a child above your head right after he/she has eaten dinner. =)


Miriam said...

hahahahaha!!! Very funny! One of my fondest memories is when Alex was burping Jasmine in the early a.m. and felt something warm in his lap (he was just wearing boxers)...there had been a diaper explosion and it was pooling in his lap! : ) I laughed very very hard!

Kevin said...

I'm very sorry to now know what partially digested breast milk mixed with stomach bile tastes like.

p.s. breast milk is sweet. Bile? Not so much... Mixed and from someone else? Use your imagination! UGH!