welcome aboard the vomit comet

The drainpipe from our sink and dishwasher has sprung a rather impressive leak, and since the plumber can't come until tomorrow and I am too lazy to cook and then wash my dishes in the bathroom, we went out for dinner this evening. During said dinner the wee man decided that his food was in fact so delicious that he would like to have dinner a second time. A man's belly can only hold one full meal at a time so the obvious choice was to expel his stomach contents. What did I do? I caught the puke in a napkin and didn't even stop my conversation with the husband. Then I handed the boy more carbs. Cause, you know, the best thing to do after a puke exhibition is eat more food.

It is a sad state of affairs when you realise that vomit is such a non event that you CATCH IT IN YOUR NAPKIN without skipping a beat. Seriously. This kid can toss his cookies with reckless abandon. Sometimes he does it on purpose. Sometimes is it an accidental side effect of gnawing on his fingers. Sometimes it happens for no reason at all, and sometimes the last bite pushes him over the edge.

I can't decide if this is an issue or a weird baby thing. I should probably ask the doc, but the boy never seems bothered and I tend to forget about the puke until confronted. Regardless, I am sick of the regurgitation, no pun intended.