Saturday, April 14, 2007

It was warm...

We were at dinner last night at CPK visiting our friend Sarah who is a server there and at the end of our meal I found myself engaged in doing something I would have never dreamed of a few months ago. Let me back up a bit. Our good friend Sarah is a senior at Concordia and she makes her living right now as a server. We like to go and visit her once in a while and last night was the first time we took our girls. Our girls love Sarah and they really enjoyed seeing her. My youngest has been battling a cough this week and she had been coughing a bit most of the day (this is some background info for the upcoming story). My girls did a good job eating and right when the special treats arrived at the table my youngest starts to cough more. She says she doesn't want the ice cream and I think that is strange so I put some on her lips to let her taste it. She is not impressed. I of course want her to enjoy her special treat so I put some more in her mouth against her will. Well she starts coughing even more and then it happens...I should have seen the warning signs but I didn't. It was like a volcano and she proceeds to puke all over herself, all over the high chair, all over the floor and instinctively I start catching said puke in my hands. What was I thinking??!! I was amazed at how much was in her little tummy and then I was amazed that I am trying to catch the warm vomit. Needless to say our special treat time was over. My oldest is across the table asking, "What happened?" And I just say, "Your sister blaaad." I was amazed at how unfazed I was about the whole thing. There was a street pizza under the table and my daughter is sitting there covered in puke with this look on her face that was priceless. She was so bummed that she had to take off her favorite shoes, but they were covered in the remnants of her dinner. About 15 napkins and wet wipes later, and a fresh set of clothes, we left the restaurant to go back home. I guess it is true; you will do almost anything for your kids. Talk to you all later.

1 comment:

Ingrid said... glad you posted this. It's amazing to me that even though I was there, it's still entertaining to read. That story will be told for the rest of your young one's life...classic!

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