So this blog is actually for yesterday 1/1/10. Can miss a day remember. So on New Years Eve,
Richard and I went to the store and got a bunch of junk food to snack on for new years eve. Well the next morning darling dayna decided to feed tayte some oreos, well then someone else had given him some more oreos, well lets just say by the time lunch came this kid was so stuff with junk food that he could have put on 1o pounds. Well afternoon came and tayte was falling asleep on richards shoulder and along comes Dylan, who just loves to hug and shake the little babies (why, you ask, I'll let you know when I have the answer). Well if you are the intuitive mom that you think you are you guessed what happened next. Tayte has a little ahem cough and then projectile vomit- onto richards shoulder and all over the floor barely missing Dylan who has just moved out of way. Now I put this in here because in all of out 8 kids he has never been the target of projectile vomit. I have many of times. Richard likes to talk about his ex girlfriend's daughter and all the gross things she did. But this takes the cake or should i say oreo cake. Welcome to the club Dear Husband!
p.s. Dylan this is a lesson in parenthood...don't shake the baby!
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