Friday, September 4, 2009

Spoiled Milk

Kyle has very truthfully never thrown up... until today. Mommy and Daddy were debating on who would go get the little one up as he yelled from his room. I poured the milk into a sippy and we trotted back together.

It was his favorite TV time - The Wiggles - so Kyle settled in with half a banana and a milk. Before Jeff could say his goodbyes, Kyle came into the kitchen giving his best Scarlett O'Hara impression. Hand to the forehead, head bowed. I picked him up and he promptly puked all over my shoulder. Good morning, Mommy. Daddy, of course, was beside himself with glee. It wasn't his shoulder after all :o).

I cleaned Kyle and myself up, and Jeff left for work. I threw the partial banana away thinking it was the culprit, checked for a temperature in Kyle - no heat. Huh?! After a while, I offered plain Cheerios to help settle the stomach. He picked up the remaining milk and downed it along with the Cheerios. Then he walked behind the couch and threw up AGAIN!

OK, now it is time to become a sleuth! I immediately go to the refrigerator and look at the milk. September 8th is the date. That SHOULD be fine. I open it up and it has that tinge of going bad, not the snap your head back, but definitely not great.

FAN-freakin-TASTIC! I was the cause of the whole mess! Poor guy, Mommy poisoned him! The good news is that he bounced back and was able to spend some quality time with Miss Vi so I could run errands. And sushi with Mr Yoon was great tonight.

Note to self though - ALWAYS smell the milk!!!

1 comment:

  1. LOL! It's funny that he kept drinking it even though it tasted bad to him :) Cute story!


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