Friday, November 9, 2007

It's Tattoos, Ya'll!


Last night Audrey got out of the tub and proceeded to return her entire dinner into a towel I heroically swooped under her mouth just in the nick of time. I kept trying to scoot her closer to the toilet as wave after wave of chicken/broccoli/french fry goop came pouring out of her gullet, but she kept backing up.

It was kind of funny.

"BLORT!"

"Come this way honey..."

"BLORT!"

"No, not towards the door...this way. OK, in the towel then."

A couple hours after I got them in bed, Mina was up and ready for her barf-o-rama.

This morning, Mina was fine. Audrey seemed fine, but after eating and then un-eating breakfast was in for a day of couch surfing and little else.

She even puked up the juice she drank, and won't go near the Pedialyte (I can't blame her. It looks like urine on the morning after a loooong night of drinking).

The only good thing about your kid being sick is the primo snuggle time.

The poor thing can't keep any food down so she is not in her usual tornado mode. Normally she isn't very snuggly, but today we got to spend some sweet moments stretched out on the couch, catching up on Blue and Franklin, just cuddled up warm and cozy.

I'm letting her sleep on the couch not so much as a "special treat" but to make sure I catch any further throwing up incidents. We just got the floors done and my mother in law got us this rockin new rug that I would like to try and keep puke(and dog poop) free for as long as possible. I don't ask for much.

If you've read this far without feeling queasy you probably have kids of your own who's puke you've caught, shit you've wiped and snot you've sopped up. If you don't have kids, then my apologies and I hope you weren't eating.

I really thought it was something they ate, but Audrey feels like she has a fever now so I think she's legitimately sick. My supergreatkickass friend Rachel was planning on have my girls over for a slumber party on Saturday, but I think Audrey is going to have to sit this one out. We'll see.

My husbitch and I had big plans to go down to St. Louis for the Old School Tattoo Expo. I told him that if Audrey got sick again, he could stay home and I was still going. I was kind of half-joking, but he gave me the "Fine. Whatever" look.

I think I might still go. Is that too Britney of me?

6 comments:

SkippyMom said...

My husband still lovingly refers to me and our two daughters as the "Hurl Girls" after a very LONG night of food poisoning.

I think I may have to post that story...giggle.

Have fun at the tatoo expo!

Big Daddy said...

Bring me home a tattoo.

Michael K said...

I do not have kids but I have 4 younger brothers and had several drunken roommates so I know how you feel.

I wouldn't feel to Brit about it unless you leave your kid on the top of the car and put your latte in the child seat before you drive away.

I would imagine that getting tattoo fever while off on your own could be dangerous though.

Grant Miller said...

Needles scare the fuck out of me. I hope everyone is feeling better.

Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

I saw that "Prick" magazine is going to be there. Is that a good thing?

Tanya Espanya said...

Hurl girl. Hahsnort.

I hope your babies feel better, and I wish I was going to St. Louis with you!

I used to live there and I'd like to visit the Lemp Mansion...mmm...fried chicken...

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