Originally posted the day after Mom’s Day, 2007
Oh yeah, Alex can projectile. He was out of sorts last night, and I wondered where he was putting all his food. Would settle him down, put him down, he?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢d wake up about the time I got the covers pulled to my chin. Went through that routine a few times, then he was settled long enough to hear that ?¢‚Ç¨Àúurp?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢. By the time I made it across the room to pick him up to clean up the mess he shot what looked to be the last 2 feedings out with some distance. So it?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s on him, in his hair, all over the bed. I got Scout, and started ripping the nasal aspirator out of it?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s package, because whatever hadn?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢t shot out his mouth had gone straight to his sinuses. Gross. So several minutes of screaming followed by a prompt zonk out on me.
All of this woke Scout completely up and I was still sleepy, so he?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s been up all night, payback may be hell.
It?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s always the dumb things that make the big events sink in. I can?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢t remember what randomness made me realize Scout and I were married – but last night I was fixing my address book and searched our last name and there was my name and Scout?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s name. Like I haven?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢t seen this a million times. But something about seeing Scout?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s name in my email takes me back to when we were early dating and the excitement of seeing mail from him.
Today we got Alex?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s Social Security card in the mail. Same feeling of OMG WTF I?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢m the parent of someone, I have to be responsible for keeping track of someone?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s social security card.
Dawn – 17 years later and I still freak when I see my first name connected with Mr. Hot’s last name. Like, how the hell did that happen?
And that projectile vomiting? I don’t remember Shortman doing that, but I do remember the explodo diapers.
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Oh you have to love the projectile vomiting.
Amy wasn’t much of a vomiter, but man, she could projectile poo. All over me and my bed at 2am, in a huge arc.
I wasn’t impressed.
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Even though Junior got his SSC, he’s not ready for a Mastercard just yet, okay?
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Uh-oh, where’s MY social security card???
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the planet of janet
yeah, the social security card was a shocking moment!
and my oldest could hit the opposite wall when he was a baby. gotta love projectile vomiters.
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Your writing takes me back… when I got that SS card in the mail, I felt so weird. Thanks.
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Yeah the SS card made it all – HOLY SCHLITZ for me too.
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I was a projectile vomitter as a child. It got so bad my parents starting measuring the length in order to cheer themselves up.
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Damn, where is that SS card??? 😉
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“I’m the parent of someone” – HA! Yes, life has a way of making you stop in your tracks sometimes, doesn’t it!!?
Nice to see you tonight – thanks for stopping by. Take care – Kellan
I’m still overwhelmed by that “I’m responsible” feeling sometimes. I would love, sometimes, just to be able to crawl up on my mom’s lap and say, “You take care of it!”
We used to joke that Braden has installed some type of device in our beds that alerted him to our precise locations. They always start screaming right when you lay down, damnit!