Tamales With A Side of Puke

Drew threw up on me tonight.

We were out to dinner with an old friend of mine from my UT days, who lives in Boston and was in town visiting her folks. Mexican food, since she lives in Boston and can't get real Mexican food.

Drew had his dinner before we left, and was happily chowing down on his baby crack Cheerios. He starting coughing like he was choking on one, and was having a tough time, gagging and the whole bit, and he started crying after he got the little piece up. So I pick him up out of the high chair to comfort him, and he up-chucks. All. Over. Me. You could tell he'd had carrots for dinner. It was disgusting, and smelled disgusting.

Luckily, however, it was mainly on me and not on him. So it didn't bother me to leave him in the shirt with puke on the sleeve. And, I had my puffy vest to wear over my shirt, so you couldn't see my white shirt with orange puke all over it. He was fine afterwards, and went back to his Cheerios.

Poor little man. Hopefully the stains come out.