Wednesday, January 23, 2013


No, not the kind involving a church and lovely flowing white gowns.  (That's a topic for a whole 'nother post that I currently have neither the time nor the inclination to write.)

Last night I received another christening, of sorts: MJ puked all over me.  I have been spit up on more times than I can count, and by him in particular, but this is the first time I've actually been vomited on.  And he did it up right: it was all over my shirt, on my pants, in and on my bra, on the carpet, in my hair, as well as being all over him and spattering a few flecks on his poor brother, who was sitting nearby.

It felt like a rite of passage of sorts.  An unpleasant one, but a milestone nonetheless. . . like I'm *really* a mother now, LOL.

Ah, the things no one tells you to expect about motherhood.  I can almost guarantee that Oprah has never cleaned puke out of one of her $75 Le Mystere bras.


  1. Oh wow, you made it a long time before the puke christening! Congratulations! ;-)

  2. How this particular christening has avoided you I'll never know. I've been puked on by babies before. Always seems like that is when the parents call in a babysitter and I end up with the sick kid.

  3. That's one christening I'm willing to pass on :) My husband has been bathed in full body vomit, but I have yet to get more than a touch of spit up on the shoulder, and my twins are 7 and my daughter 4! They aren't big on vomiting, but I have been drenched in urine more times than I can count.

  4. Ewww!! No fun. No fun at all.


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