Just Pukey

It's been a bit pukey around here.

Simon has consistetnly declared "I not like it peanut jelly" which means my stubborn boy has never had a PB&J sandwich. Until this week. I was bound and determined to win the battle of an easily prepared lunch and gave him half a sandwich on Tuesday. To which I let him choose which 1/4 he wanted to eat. He nibbled the crust first - you know to avoid the filling. Then he ate the cucumbers, pickle, and pretzels on the plate. Then I proceeded to help him pick up the sandwich to take bites. And bite he did, chewed, and swallowed with no grimaces or gags. I proceeded to encourag/make him eat the small portion of sandwich. He took big swigs of milk between teeny tiny bites. He had barely two small bites left. And BLAH, stomach contents all over his shirt and shorts, down his arm, on the chair, in his flip flop, and on the floor. I disrobed him carefully as to not touch any grossness. Then, I grabbed oodles and oodles of paper towels and just placed them on the puddle.

Then, I added my stomach contents into the garbage can. G.R.O.S.S. I got him into the tub and somehow finished cleaning the mess and dealt with the guilt.

Needless to say he does not like peanut butter and jelly. No easy lunches. Sigh :(

Wednesday comes along and Norah is quite mopey. I just chalked that up to shots and teething (tons coming in at once). Nap was over and it was 4:30. I picked her up and walked into the living room. BLAH all over the floor. I high-tailed it into the bathroom with a very clingy girl. And more BLAH, this time on my shirt, down my arm, all over her, on the shower curtain, all over the floor, toilet, and doorway. This time it was four and a half hours old strawberries and jello - quite the shade of pink. This time I discovered if I just cover the stomach contents with a mountain of paper towels, it will be better. Oh, and call hubby if he can leave work a bit early to come the 1.5 miles home to help. I needed to bathe sickly girl, change grossed out Mommy, clean, clean, and clean. Loving hubby was so helpful! I spent many hours that evening just holding little Norah. She was content to be held and didn't want to even play! She proceeded to grow a fever that evening/night and have runny diapers the next day.