This is One for the Record Books

This is gross and unnecessary, so unless you just enjoy that type of thing, stop reading now. I'm writing this as a reminder to myself in the future.

Today we had what I consider to be the most extreme vomiting incident in our family's history. Why does this always happen when George is out of town? Hmmm...is he paying the kids to torture me?

Okay, so after nap time I was sitting in my favorite chair, our chocolate brown leather recliner cuddling my sweet Emmie. It's a little weird I can even call her that after the evening we've had. Mary and Joey were enjoying an afternoon snack of goldfish crackers and had handed her a couple. She happily shoved the first one in her mouth, but not so with the second. She became really agitated and threw it across the room. Half a second later, she began throwing up EVERYTHING she ate today. EVERYTHING. Including the breakfast tacos we ate at La Tapatia this morning. I found myself drenched in warm smelly scrambled egg vomit with a hysterical child in my lap. I was so stunned that I wasn't even certain what to do. Joey brought me a kitchen towel and I held it under her mouth as I stood up holding her and trying to keep all of the scrambled eggs on me while we went upstairs to hose off. This is the first time that I have had to really fight the "you throw up and I'll throw up" phenomenon. Oh, it was icky. After I rinsed off our clothes and showered the two of us, we got dressed and I had to go back downstairs TO CLEAN UP THE CARPET AND THE CHAIR. I get that people clean up vomit all the time, but this was my personal drama and I can write about it on my personal blog so I can mark this day in history.

Emmie ate a quarter of a piece of bread and about three bites of applesauce for dinner and then went to bed at 6:30. The most frightening part of this story for me is the realization that it could very likely be act one in a four (or five) part drama.