I haven't had anything remotely interesting or intellectual to say here, so I just haven't. My only complaint as of late is the insanity that is Houston traffic post-hurricane. and seriously, don't even get me started. The water cooler conversations at work have gone from "Do you have power?" to "How long did it take you?" and the standard reply is 2 hours. Doesn't matter if you live 17 miles away or 70. 2 Hours. Every highway is a veritable parking lot.
It Sucks.
So then there was last night. I made it home in an hour 45, now that's progress. Cassie came over to get something I had for her at home. Carter was AMPED. Spinning circles, running, jumping, laughing - just typical 2 year old enthusiasm. I warned, much like my mom would have when i was a kiddo "you better take it easy, you are going to make yourself sick"
Dude - I had my first 'Mom's always right' moment.
Carter puked. Thank god he happened to be standing in the kitchen on the tile floor. we get that all taken care of and start working on fixing dinner.
So jason and i get dinner together, post pukage - and we sit down and carter is acting weird. "All Done" he says and starts moaning and doing this weird little cough. Then gagging. and you guessed it... puke again. I have a bite of food in my mouth while holding the child over the kitchen sink. I promptly spit it out, get carter calmed down and cleaned up.
Jason looks over and says to me "are you done eating?"
Um... yeah.
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