Beware, toddler tummy issues to follow.

I need to post. My goodness I have been a slacker. I blame how crazy work has been (I only have like 200 webpages to update in the next 2 weeks, but who's counting), and the fact that Jordan has been sick.

Sick, can I just take a minute and write a small dissertation on this? I feel as though I was very well prepared to be a parent. Not COMPLETELY prepared..no one is, but maybe more so than some of my friends have been. The facts that lead me to believe this are as follows: I was pretty much the last one of my friends/sisters-in-law to actually have a baby. I saw many live births, took care of many infants (even overnight), etc. But I contend that you are not ready to be a parent fully until you deal with the wrath that is a toddler with stomach flu. Now, I'm not talking about a baby that spits up as a small infant. While that is gross (and I am not downplaying the smell that is formula or breast milk puke) I have to say that what we encountered the other night in our house was revolting!!!!

Jordan had been sick for a couple of days with really bad "poops"...code for diarrhea that you wouldn't believe. I won't elaborate on that. That would just be going too far. He had also had limited appetite, so on Wed I was happy when he said he was hungry. Like a fool I let him pick out and eat what he wanted. The answer...one of his favorite foods, pickles. So I let him munch on some baby dills while I fixed dinner. Wed is my day off, so I had made a lovely turkey breast, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc. After Duane got home we all dined happily together. It was shaping up to be a wonderful evening. Christmas tree lights glistening in the background, carolers in the neighborhood, it was like a greeting card really...until we got Jordan out of his high chair.

Duane was holding him in the kitchen when suddenly Jordan made a noise. A noise that I won't soon forget. It was like a burp, but more involved. A noise that moms cringe at. I was sitting in the rocking chair watching TV, and immediately froze, waiting to see what would happen next. As I suspected, here came dinner...and the preceding pickles. All over Duane, the floor, the fridge, the counter, the cupboards. Duane took Jordan to the tub, while I was left speechless in the kitchen. Long story short (this is lengthy enough) I got it all cleaned up. But I think I deserve a medal since I have the world's worst reaction to throw up. (Anyone seen 4 Christmases yet? I am worse than Vince Vaughn). I powered through it, and took care of business. I am very proud though. As my first serious throw up experience, I think I have crossed some kind of threshold, into a club or elite group of mothers. But alas, I bet every mom is already there, and I am the last one to know!

Anyway, I just had to rant tonight and get it out of my system. I am as we speak building some slide shows to post tomorrow, so stay tuned. And I promise, no more throw up talk.