Oh man did we have a night. After I got
home from a busy day at school, we had
several errands that needed to be run. I hate doing this on a school night, but sometimes there aren't enough hours in the weekend. In the middle of the errands, we went to one of our favorite
barbecue places for dinner. I try and keep Milo's tummy on somewhat of a schedule. Sometimes I wonder why I try- like tonight.
While L and I waited for dinner to come to out table, I fed Milo is carrots and some fruit. He was a happy, smiling, laughing baby charming the whole place. Our dinner came and then he acted like he might be choking. So, I
snatched him to to give him a thump on the back and the flood gates of puke opened. Gross. All over the table, floor, his clothes, my clothes, my hair... Lyman took him out, I paid the bill, left a big tip and fled the scene; I know I won't be back for a long time.
Yuck.