Puke and the Boy

S puked on her lemon custard cake (covered in thick, Crisco frosting) at church on Sunday morning.

As per my usual obsessive pattern, I covered her in antibacterial spray the rest of the afternoon.

Obsession paid off. No one else got sick.

Except maybe Bubs.

Bubs puked Cheerios once while he was crawling across the kitchen floor and Mac-n-cheese another time. I told mom that and she said, "He shouldn't be EATING macaroni and cheese!" Hahahahahahaha! I live to irritate my mom, it seems.

After those two small mishaps (is chunky baby puke a mishap?), he seemed fine. He is happy and healthy now. And busy and curious and FAST.

Did I mention that our baby got big over night? In one week, he got two teeth, started crawling, learned how to sit from laying down, and now pulls himself up to standing on whatever is in his reach (siblings' legs, toilets...)

Today, the boy opened the cupboard under my sink, turned over the garbage, and was trying to eat dental floss and grape vines/stems while I took a very quick trip to the bathroom. (Do I need to tie him down while I pee? Hold him on my lap?!) I think he gets into more stuff than my other kids did. Or else I forgot already. It seems like he just crawls from one thing to the other all day. I thought he was easy when he started crawling, because he could entertain himself more.

I was wrong.

Now he's tipping small couch-side tables over (the red one in the photo), getting stuck under kitchen chairs, tearing apart our books (the white one in the photo), eating magazines....

Every time I turn my back, the kid is on a mission to destroy. Sheesh.