Monday, January 26, 2009

Breakfast Blues

Friday morning, while Neil was at work, Sophie, my parents and I went to the local diner for some breakfast. Sophie was in great spirits, smiling, laughing and being extremely playful. Patrons at other tables, as well as all passing servers, smiled and waved at her while she hammed it up. Loving the attention she was getting almost as much as she was, I smiled and chatted up my parents while we enjoyed our breakfast.

In the last few weeks, Sophie has begun to be more adventurous when it comes to table food. She will try most foods, although she still has some texture issues. However, she doesn't seem to quite understand the need to thoroughly chew her food and often gags. Further complicating this, she grabs food and puts it as far back in her mouth as possible. I suspect with her less than perfect hand-eye coordination, she is just trying to ensure delivery, but it makes me nervous when she attempts to swallow her food whole, like an anaconda.

So as we sat at breakfast, it seemed an opportune time to introduce her to some new food. My meal included bacon and I thought we would give it a go. Neil considers it the perfect food and would be happiest if all meals included it. So how could we go wrong? She seemed to enjoy it, gobbling up several pieces as fast as I could tear them up. Heady in our success, I followed it up with a couple of small bites of waffle and eggs.

As I was telling my parents what a great kid she was, generally cheerful, good sleeper, etc, she began to gag. And not the is-she-or-isn't-she kind of gag, but the lookout-it's-coming kind. I registered someone at a neighboring table say "Uh Oh!" and then out it came. And came. And came. Despite my attempts to catch it, it went all down her front, the high chair, the floor, my arm. I was absolutely mortified.

I swear karma has it out for me.

13 comments:

  1. Ew. Been there, been mortified.

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  2. Our daughter loves bacon....in moderation. :(

    Check out my photo of some snow day fun.

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  3. Didn't you know there is a quota of puke and publicity that has to be met to be a real mom? Congratulations!

    Oh, and what is it with men and bacon?

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  4. My daughter, who is 10, still talks about the time she threw up all over grandma at Marie Calenders when she was 2....

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  5. It's still okay kindof when they are that little. I think you still got under the radar:)

    This year on vacation our 7 year old vomited in Cracker Barrell. Eggs. Alot. Into my hands (there was no where else) Now that age is getting freakin gross! Fun times!

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  6. I have been there only it was lunch at pizza hut. She'll get it, soon.

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  7. Chuck-E-Cheese for us. Lots of red colored puke after much pizza and Hawaiian Punch.

    Don't sweat it. lol.

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  8. Aww, I am sorry that the bacon did not agree with her. Maybe when she is older her stomach will handle it better.

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  9. Oh--I feel your pain! I have been there many unfortunate times!!

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  10. Puke stains, slobber, dried snot . . . these are like girl scout badges for moms.

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  11. Aw, poor baby!

    These kinds of events always seem to happen out in public, right?

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  12. Lovely, eh? Though I don't think I ever experienced this myself, I do remember the public poop events...when Daughter's diaper couldn't contain it all and it dripped out of her pants.

    Babies can get away with a lot. God made them especially cute to help ensure this.

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Give me some sugar, baby!