1.) Running down my cleavage and pooling in the fabric of my bra waiting to drench my stomach.
2.) Dripping from the seam of my dining room table where it pulls apart for a leaf.
3.) The back of the couch...the part that is not accessible due to it being right up against the wall and windows.
4.) Inside the bottom drawer of the refrigerator.
5.) Completely drenching my husband's watch. As if he marinated it in a bucket of barf.
6.) Dripping down the back of my calves into my socks and shoes.
7.) The foot pedals of the elliptical machine and the innermost workings of the wheels.
8.) Inside a brand new purse....that had just gotten filled with everything I own.
9.) Computer keyboard.
10.) Directly into the mouth from flying baby superman position. Hey, I warned my husband about that one.
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I can honestly say that I was with you for 8 of those places. My boys were champion barfers in their infancy! LOL (we even had to get rid of a couch with my oldest!) My question, how did it get inside the fridge??? LOL
ReplyDeleteErica, that is so funny! Well, I was holding Ely and I opened the fridge, pulled the drawer to get the lettuce and BLAP! Lol! Right in there!
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