Well, Annabelle is now able to hold herself up in the pack-n-play and looks over the edge with the most addorable eyes. It is very cute, and fun to see. It's not all cute though.....Last night after Daddy picked her up from Daycare, we were playing on the couch together when she turned some sort of a faucet on from her stomach, and started projectile vomiting all over me. I was scared, and was looking around for Alicia to help, but nothing, cause she was still at work. I didn't want to move her, as we were on the leather couches, so I just held her in front of me and tried to catch it all on my shirt. OMG, after what seemed to be a minute of nonstop spray, with a smell I can't even begin to describe, she stopped, and looked at me like "That sucks, you smell funny." I was covered. All over my face, arms, chest, pants,....everything. I didn't even want to move, and continued to sit there another minute trying to figure out what my options for getting a hold of the current situation were. I placed Annabelle on the floor, and slowly pulled myself off the couch while trying to take my soaking shirt off at the same time so none fell down on the floor. As I stand completely naked in the living room, Annabelle begins to spit up again, and covers the blanket that I now have her sitting on. I have no clothing on, no idea of what I'm supposed to be doing for Annabelle, can't get a hold of Alicia or my Mom, and I stink like nothing you have ever smelled.
Finally, the convulsing stopped and I was able to get Annabelle into the bath. Initially my plan was to keep her in there until Alicia got home so as to avoid any further mess, but after further consideration I thought I should dress her and see if I could get her to sleep, as I could tell she was as exhausted from the whole ordeal as much as her Dad. Luckily for me, it worked, and she fell asleep in my arms. I put her in her crib, and began to survey the scene. It looked like someone had a spoiled yogurt fight in our living room, but everyone was aiming for me. Unreal! I managed to keep the dogs from eating my clothing, gross I know, and did some moderate cleaning until Alicia walked in. Annabelle woke up, and she took care of her while I did some much needed laundry, and took a shower.
The little girl had a good night, and woke up in the morning like nothing happened. Must have eaten something that didn't sit well, or she learned a terrible new trick. Ahhh Fatherhood.
