Warning: Graphic content, weak stomachs stop reading now, you will thank me!!
If you haven't read the post "It was warm..." Please do so now before you continue. Ok, now that we are all up to speed let us continue. Jill's mom took our girls this morning over to Orange to play with their cousins for the day since Jill had a bridal shower to go to and I had a ton of work to finish. It was a peaceful but quiet day around the house as I did some homework and checked in on the NFL draft every once in a while. When Jill got back we got in the car and headed out to Orange for dinner with the fam. I made some yummy pollo asado and we also picked up some fresh tortillas, rice and beans from the Mexican market down the street. Just as I was dishing out my girls food, my youngest comes stumbling in from outside coughing and coughing. Her eyes are red and watery and the look on her face told the whole story. Those of you who know the other post know what comes next. There she is in the middle of the kitchen and she pukes all over the floor and all over her self. It was some serious projectile vomit! I started cracking up at this point because seeing that little girl heave is quite a site. She empties her tummy and as Jill and I start cleaning her up she looks up at me and says "Daddy, I 'pilled" (translation: I spilled). "Yep, you sure did honey!" For those of you who have spent time with my youngest, you can almost see it and hear it, hands outstretched, palms up, shoulders shrugged, that raspy high pitched voice saying once again, "I 'pilled, on dah floooor". Now I really start laughing. She was right; she sure did spill all over the place. This time I held back, and let the puke hit the floor and didn't catch it. Well we grabbed the Clorox wipes and cleaned it all up just in time to sit down and eat dinner. What a life I lead and I wouldn't change a thing!!!
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