Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Bad sign

You know that it's a bad sign when you mutter to yourself "it's been a long day," and it isn't even 7 am. This morning Mary woke us at 5, and the instant I opened my eyes, I knew things were going to be bad. You see, Mary had spent the weekend exploding her diapers with yuckyness that I do not need to describe here due to a gastro-intestinal upset. She is better now, but has kindly passed it on to me. So. She woke us up, I whimpered cause my stomach hurt. I changed her diaper, got her bottle ready, fed her, burped her, all the while concentrating very very hard on not tossing my cookies. Unfortunately, when Mary decided to turn into "exorcist baby" and fountain out all the milk that I had previously fed her all over me and the bed, my concentration broke. We had chili for supper last night.

I will never eat chili again.

3 comments:

Anne R. Key said...

Ooh, sorry to hear about the protein spills. Hope you feel better soon.

Emmett said...

mmmm... chili...

James said...

Our eldest was exorcist girl for a while. She could send a plume of mluk clear across our bedroom, and our bedroom ain't small.

She's past that phase now, but is still quite capable of puke-on-demand. I'm sure it will serve her in good stead as a depraved teenager.

James (Raven's husband)