Chad is "baptized"

Well, tonight was Bunco with the girls, and, of course, Carolina went with me because of the last post (in case you haven't read it yet). Chad leaves for work at about 6:15 in the morning, and so he had planned to go to bed right after Lawton did since I wouldn't be around to talk to and watch t.v. with. So . . .when I got in, he had left this letter typed up for me on the computer to let me know how their night went. It is too "funny" not to share with all of you! :) Get ready . . .



Tonight I was officially “baptized” into Fatherhood
We had a great night having “Chips and Cheese.” We got to Mazatlan and he said, “Two please” to the host. We got to our table and he sat flat on his bottom, opened the menu, and said, “Let’s watch the news.” There was a soccer game on t.v. behind me. We ordered our food and of course they brought out the 64 oz. milk for him to guzzle. He ate several chips and when the food arrived, he only ate about 3 pieces of his quesadilla. I noticed that there was only about 1 inch of liquid left in his cup. I figured he had filled up on milk and he could eat it later. Of course, when I got done, he came and sat in my lap.

Can you see where this is going? (insert by me)

We got our check and I said, “Lawton are you read to go?” He got off my lap, looked right at me, and the strongest stream of vomit came flying out of his mouth right into my lap. I said, “Are you okay bear?” No answer…just another strong stream came flying out of his mouth onto my shirt. The next round went all over the table, and the final one went all over the bench seat we were sitting in. In all I bet the amount of vomit could have filled up a gallon jug…no exaggeration! The waiter saw what happened and brought me a stack of napkins about 6 inches high. It took me about 10 minutes to clean up the majority of the vomit, however, I was completely soaked and the carpet was pretty dirty below us. My pants were soaked over the entire front and most of the back. My shirt was soaked on the left side…so bad that I had to take it off. He had a few splatters on him. It was the foulest smelling vomit I have smelled in a long time. It was quite embarrassing walking up to pay smelling and looking like I did. We got in the truck and I completely soaked the seat of the truck where my pants were so wet. We got in, took off all of our clothes, put them in the wash so you wouldn’t gag when you saw them, and got in the shower. I can still smell it and my truck reeks. I sprayed Febreeze on the seats. I hope that works. The whole time, all Lawton could say was, “I’m sorry daddy…I didn’t mean to spit up.” What all did he eat today?????



Bless his heart. All I can say is . . .I'm glad it wasn't me. :) He understands, though. I have an incredible gag reflex for vomit and he would have had to clean up mine, too. Seriously. When I taught first grade and then Montessori, if a kid in my class got sick, I would cover my nose and mouth dry heaving and run out of the room to next door for someone else to deal with it (or let my aid deal with it when I taught Montessori). Some nurturing teacher I am, huh? This is also a main reason I abandoned ship on my nursing major when I realized this problem probably wouldn't go away.



Anyways, to give a little bit more background knowledge for you, Lawton did have a little bit much this afternoon (for him). When I picked him up from school, he ate the cheese leftover from lunch in the car (don't worry, it was still cold from an ice pack). I then had to run an errand in Green Hills and he saw the "Donut Factory" and asked to go get a donut. So, I thought, hmmm, good motivation to behave in the store. "Sure, Lawton!" I replied. He was great, so we stopped on the way home and he chose an enticing, chocolate glazed donut and scarfed it down. Sometimes they have their bagels 3 for a dollar, so I got these delicious spinach bagels topped with cheddar cheese. I had a pinch of one for my afternoon snack, and he told me I needed to "share" my bagel with him. So, of course I did. When we got home, he asked for some milk to polish off the goodies of the afternoon. So, fast forward to dinner, where they seriously bring a HUGE styrofoam cup of milk (the boy loves his white milk) and . . . the rest is history.

Chad did wake up to tell me when they got home, Lawton said, "Daddy, I'm thirsty. Can I have some milk?" And of course Chad obliged.


Just kidding! (About the obliging part.) Bless Chad's heart. And Lawton's. :)