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September 06, 2007


the only time I have ever wished to live in suburban new jersey.

Amber: I wished you lived here, too. That way you could clean up the coffee you made me spray all over my laptop.

It was imagining incidents such as this (or the getting up in the middle of the night to hold the hair back of a puking child and/or having to change their entire bed) that made me choose to be childless (plus the thought of the Teenager Years).

However, Fate has gotten me back. I now have a dog who pukes fairly regularly, and somehow, when it's her puke, I don't mind cleaning it up. I guess that's what it's like with your own kids too. If only I'd gotten the dog earlier in life I might've gone ahead with the kids!

Oh, the Karma Gods have a fantastic sense of humor! I had to go and post my preference for puke over poop right where they could find it. Trevor was up ALL NIGHT Sunday puking the remnants of dinner and every sip of water he tried to drink. At 5AM Monday morning, he abruptly stopped and went back to normal leaving me to contend with two energetic toddlers on zero sleep. Hilarious.

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