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 April 01, 2004
projectile purple oatmeal
Sam stayed home from school on monday. He'd asked me to make oatmeal with blackberries for breakfast and by the time it was done, he was asleep on the couch! I knew he must be sick. He never naps in the daytime unless he's under the weather and he'd complained of a headache the night before. So I kept him home from school. He woke up a bit and ate his oatmeal very sleepily, then I put him back to bed. I was working on an art project when I heard a choked scream-and a very distressed "MAMAAAAA!". I ran to his room and into HOLY BRIGHT PURPLE HELL!-the poor kidlet was sitting up in his bunk, dripping with vomitted blackberry oatmeal. He'd blasted it all over his pillow and bedding too. It was terrible, but the carnage was so farflung and so... PURPLE, that Daniel and I had to try hard not to laugh. Sam was a real trooper though. After that initial scream of anguish, he just sat there quietly over the barfbowl I brought him. He looked up at me calmly and said : "I don't like doing this, mama." Sometimes that boy really steals my heart. 
Sayeth rzan at
01:23 PM
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I'm so sad that I didn't take a snapshot.
on April 1, 2004 02:40 PM
Purple! If you're gonna puke, it's best to do so in Technicolor! That's sort of awesome! Well, it's gross, too, but you know. Purple is one of my very favorite colors!
on April 1, 2004 07:22 PM
Mine too.
My most vivid technicolor puking memory is when I was about 6 years old or so, my older brother puked sweetarts all over me-I can still see the little candy hearts all half dissolved...
on April 1, 2004 09:41 PM
Goddess bless you and all mothers Zan, I could never find anything to like about mopping up vomit yuck. I can't even change a diaper with out retching. Puppy poop however is a little different...
on April 1, 2004 09:47 PM
Dogs vomit too, don't they?
:-)
It does come in handy having no sense of smell yo.
on April 2, 2004 09:57 AM
And besides I have my heroic Daniel to help out. He came running in and whilst I got the bowl, got sams clothes changed and rubbed his back, D cleaned up-unfortunately he didn't realise I'd wrapped the pillowsheet-full-of-purple-muck up with the rest of the stuff in my haste to help Sam and he whipped it off the bunk, spilling it all over Sams giant floor-covering foam alphabet mat, thus creating an even more spectacular mess-yech, and double yech!
So my man actually gets the kudos for the brunt of the dirty work. He's cool like that, not at all squeamish about body things... 'Spose that's one of the reasons he's such an awesome massage therapist too.
hee. I love my boys!
on April 2, 2004 10:11 AM
Dan is pretty adept at the projectile technicolor yawn himself hehehe
The amount of things that happen to your children you cannot laught about for fear of mentally scarring them are legion.
on April 2, 2004 10:22 AM
Yea, Dan is the only person I have ever seen puke in four distinct different arches similtaniously. Fortunantly for me, it was in my parent's basement so I made my mother clean it up! Ahh, good times!
on April 5, 2004 03:34 PM