Since most of what we post on here is “aww, that’s so cute” material, it seems good to offer the occasional balance. Take yesterday, where Mathias joined us for a nice dinner with friends at a local restaurant. It was a chatty evening, we were enjoying drinks as we ordered…and he proceeded to vomit like Linda Blair onto the floor, the table, and his stunned mother.
Lori handled it with grace, rushing him out of the restaurant. (Later, reviewing our response, we agreed we probably moved “probably one puke too late.”). They both headed home for a change of clothes, I cleaned things up, and we rallied later for some sandwiches and french fries.
He was fine after that–who knows what prompted it? But many thanks to our friends and the poor restaurant staff, all of whom took this little dude-splosion in stride.
Hope all is well with Mathias, Lori did the exact same thing to me at the age of 2, only we hadn’t quite made it out of the house yet, we were putting our shoes on… Lori was sitting on a bench, I was kneeling down in front of her, when out of the blue I was showered with her morning breakfast… later we found out she was cutting back molars! Lori are you feeling better these days?
Ha–I’ve heard that story! This was definitely better than that.
Lori is feeling better–that cold that hit all of us seems to have moved on, thankfully.