- Nov 9, 2000
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A pretty good weekend up until Saturday night. Earlier in the day we visited the grandparents and the wife took me and the kiddies out to a Chinese buffet. Decent food and being that my grandfather used to run an ince cream shop in New Jersey, I appreciated the fact that they had a freezer full of real ice cream. Not that pansy soft serve cra you get from Mcdonalds. Anyway I overloaded my oldest daughter on Superman icecream. This stuff is bright yellow, red, and blue.
So the rest of the day is uneventful and I managed to pass out while watching something on TV that evening. My daughter woke me up and said she threw up. I said no problem and asked her how she wass feeling. She was better. I grabbed some lysol spray and some paper towels expecting to head the the toiled and clean a little throw up and be done with it.
I was wrong.
My daughter, who likes to sleep in her sisters room on a bunk bed, never made it off the top bunk. She projectile vomited from about 5 feet high. Picture if you will, a huge lunch mixed with superman ice cream. The blast radius was at least 5 feet (half of which shot under the bed). I had to rush the younger sleeping daughter to our room. Her comforter was covered. She remained oblivious.
In my 7 years of parenting, I have never seen such a sight. It was on toys, the walls, books, you name it. The worst part was my arm span was not long enough to scrape up the solids from the inner area of the blast zone. So I was forced to inhale vapors as I extended by body over the zone and almost lost it on a couple of occasions. And the color. The only other time I have seen green puke was when that girl in The Excorcist had her head spin around and she shot pea soup all over the priest.
So other than going to bed at 3:00, waking up at the crack of dawn to rent a steam cleaner, the weekend was really alright. Oh and stay away from the food color laden Superman ice cream.
So the rest of the day is uneventful and I managed to pass out while watching something on TV that evening. My daughter woke me up and said she threw up. I said no problem and asked her how she wass feeling. She was better. I grabbed some lysol spray and some paper towels expecting to head the the toiled and clean a little throw up and be done with it.
I was wrong.
My daughter, who likes to sleep in her sisters room on a bunk bed, never made it off the top bunk. She projectile vomited from about 5 feet high. Picture if you will, a huge lunch mixed with superman ice cream. The blast radius was at least 5 feet (half of which shot under the bed). I had to rush the younger sleeping daughter to our room. Her comforter was covered. She remained oblivious.
In my 7 years of parenting, I have never seen such a sight. It was on toys, the walls, books, you name it. The worst part was my arm span was not long enough to scrape up the solids from the inner area of the blast zone. So I was forced to inhale vapors as I extended by body over the zone and almost lost it on a couple of occasions. And the color. The only other time I have seen green puke was when that girl in The Excorcist had her head spin around and she shot pea soup all over the priest.
So other than going to bed at 3:00, waking up at the crack of dawn to rent a steam cleaner, the weekend was really alright. Oh and stay away from the food color laden Superman ice cream.
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