Chunderdome
Dear Mysterious Unknowable Entity That Purportedly Runs the Universe:
Seriously, what's with all the barfing?
We all lived this chapter a few weeks ago, when a stomach bug blew through the Bert Sanctuary. I wrote a post about it, and we all had a good laugh. My oh my, we said, look at all that vomit. First the little boy, then the big one, spouting like coke bottles full of Mentos. Then came the diarrhea, and nobody ate anything for a week. Hil-A-rious, with a capital H. And we thought it was over.
But this morning, when I opened the boys' bedroom door, the pukewaft hit me in the face like a frying pan. It was still dark-ish, and I didn't have my glasses on. So I padded apprehensively over the crib, reached in for TwoBert, and my groping hands met with crusty pajamas. That was a nice touch, making him upchuck and sleep in it.
Then tonight, Robert went off to brush his teeth and came back with "bad news": He had spewed all over the bathroom floor. He was right there. He was on his way to the bathroom anyway. And he still shorted the toilet by 18 measly inches.
Why the relapse? What did we do?
Oh, wait. Is it because I DVR'ed the Grammys, and Robert made us watch Rascal Flatts butcher that Eagles retrospective? Yeah, that's gotta be it. Sorry about that. We won't do it again.
We also got it twice in two weeks.
And that's all I have to say on that matter.
Posted by: Amanda | February 13, 2007 at 00:43
The sequel's never as good as the first one. Just make sure no one barfs too loudly on Saturday mornings before 9am... don't want to provoke FG, right?
Posted by: Andrew Netherton | February 13, 2007 at 08:53
I wonder if the downstairs neighbor will complain.
Posted by: Monkee | February 13, 2007 at 10:39
gross.
Posted by: E | February 13, 2007 at 11:08
Uh-oh. I hate to mention this but until your kids are in kindergarten they will be little barf-o-matics. For some reason kids under five pick up every garbage germ known and UNknown to mankind. Hang in there, dude. I've been thru it.
Posted by: Bridget | February 13, 2007 at 12:06
God help me if that plague descends on our home again. We just caught up with laundry and finished cleaning the chunks out of the couch.
I feel for you.
Posted by: Meghan | February 13, 2007 at 13:12
I hope you kept them quiet during all that puking, lest your aurally sensitive neighbor downstairs lodge a complaint.
Damn, Monkee beat me to it.
Posted by: AMG | February 13, 2007 at 13:13
Yes, round two of The Barfing hit the west coast as well. My family was spared (so far) but my dear, fecund friend, who has birthed not one, but two sets of twins, was also beset by this malady a second time. Five of seven family members were afflicted over the holidays. Then, last week it returned with friends. It took out four of the seven, while another was struck by Scarlet Fever, and another by regular (non-stomach) flu. She now comes to school to collect her six-year old with the baby twins' stroller swathed in a plastic cover to further prevent infection.
Posted by: Robin in San Jose | February 13, 2007 at 14:58
I just reread the title to this post. Brilliant. I fell off my chair laughing.
Posted by: Robin in San Jose | February 13, 2007 at 15:00
Yep, we're living it right now, adults included. It's awesome.
Posted by: Tammy | February 13, 2007 at 19:55
we have that here too, and we are abject beginners. It threw us into a complete panic, since Mister Wonderful had never thrown up before - honestly, I only remember him even spitting up once in his one year.
Here's what's weird - the baby is completely unfazed by the barfing. So it's 3am Saturday night, and I'm crazily paging through the book to see if hacking up undigested grapes means a trip to the emergency room...and the kid wants to play. He figures everyone's up, the lights are on, must be party time. 'Hey! This is great! (Yarp.) Let's wrestle! Seriously, come on, play with me. (Yarp.) Come on!! Tickle me, dammit!'
Posted by: betsy | February 13, 2007 at 21:53
Wow, sorry to read about all of that flow. If only I would have known, Rascal Flatts and/or The Eagles can cause me to technicolor yawn anytime.
Delete that portion of the show right away. You may choose to keep The Police however, simply because Stewart Copeland looks like he might be the only guy left in the big music industry that is having a blast playing music.
Posted by: hoorayforsaturday | February 15, 2007 at 10:02
Hey LOD, Peter Pan Peanut Butter, perhaps?
Posted by: Katrinka Bobinka | February 17, 2007 at 15:48
Alas, our puke-fest last week was not a result of some mutational virus, but poor judgement on my part. On a mini-vacation to San Diego, I thought an educational excursion out on the high sea's to look for whales would be a brilliant idea. 2 hours and 10 barf bags later (only 7 of which belonged to my 6yo), I began to think I made an error in judgement. A week later, I'm still apologizing for putting him through that misery.
Posted by: Delora in D.C. | February 19, 2007 at 01:27