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9/7: Spit Up Everywhere

on September 14, 2008

Conor taught me to love remote controls!

Another weekend morning with Dad, which means vigorous physical exercise and a trip to starbucks! I hung out with while Dad did some work, but eventually I got too fussy and Dad and I decided to take off. Instead of heading home, though, we went to Jewel to pick up a green pepper. (Weird, I know.) Then we went to K-Mart. Dad was pretty determined to come up with a way for Mom, Nana, and Grandpa to prepare a day’s worth of powdered formula each morning as easily as possible. This required a total of three trips in and out of K-Mart and another trip to Jewel before we headed home with four 1-qt clear bottles and a huge red funnel.

I ate (and I don’t mean drank!) breakfast (rice cereal, again) and this time Dad caught video footage of my meal. Al got back from his hot date and the four of us headed to Moonshine for lunch (some of you may recall that Moonshine was one of my very first outings back in March). We then headed to Oberweis for ice cream and then back home. Al held me and played with me before taking off.

The rest of Sunday was pretty low-key until my bedtime feeding. I had just drank about seven ounces of formula when I had a HUGE, GINORMOUS spit-up. Not only did get all the way through every layer of Dad’s clothing, but it made a huge stain on the couch. Of course, this made Mom quite worried, but I made up for that by sleeping almost all the way through the night.

This is my drool shirt…


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