Sir Pukes-A-Lot

Yup, Jim and I have inherited (or, I guess, produced?) THAT kid...ya know, the one that rides the vomit comet without warning? We've been puked on so many times at this point that what happened on Friday night ended up being just another day in the life of the Cook Crew. What happened, might you wonder? Well, Riley decided to unleash a fury of belly chud all over me in Target...that's right, I was covered from neck to toe in Riley's unwanted stomach contents. Needless to say, it was AWESOME...awesome in the sense that people around us just shuddered and gave us the "oh god, your life is sucking pretty hard, right about now, huh?" face. We were mid-checkout when the puke-fest began and when it happened, Jim just stood there with complete panic on his face and asked me what to do?...My response, well, he's not crying so let's just checkout and we'll take it from there. I mean Cmon', time is of the essence with me back to work and we might as well buy all of the crap we came in here for...even if Riley and I are covered in puke at the moment! So, after a very quick checkout and few heartfelt (and mortified) apologies to the Target Crew..I stripped down to what I could legally (and comfortably, since it was mighty cold out that night) get away with and then Jim whisked us and our bulging Target cart into the bathroom where we wiped down and changed Riley. I changed in to Jim's thermal while Riley got a new blanket of Jim's sweatshirt so, in true family fashion, the Dad guy is the one who gets the short end of the stick! Jim put all the pukey clothes in a target baggie AND gave up all his warm clothes so he could walk to the car in 40 degree weather in a thin t-shirt. I shudder to think how I would have dealt with this happening without Jim there- seriously, who's going to help a woman covered in vomit holding a kid who's covered in vomit and likely to spew forth like Mt. Vesuvius any minute again? After all was said and done, Jim and I just laughed...what else can you do?..and then realized that hey, he didn't puke in the car nor did he unleash the belly beast at home, so the minimal clean-up was nice change of pace.

Anyway, turns out Riley wasn't sick (a shocking change of events since he's been privy to every single cold/flu out there it seems lately!) as he passed out in the car and after a short night of a low-grade fever, he woke up ready to party on Saturday morning! He even let us sleep until 6:30...which for us, felt like we slept until noon! Good weekend...he played with his cousins in Nutley on Saturday and spent some time with Grandma and Granpda Cook and his aunt and uncles! Sunday, we just chilled out at home and Poppy came over to pick something up and take us out to lunch! Riley had his first sip of Manhattan Clam Chowder and loved it!

..This week, we're off to Florida on Thanksgiving for a short visit with my bros and my mom! Should be fun...especially since the weather is supposed to be in the 80's and my mom has a pool! Yeah! Pics of the fun (well, you can bet your sweet ass that any bathing suit pics of me will NOT be posted, tee hee) upon our return!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING in the meantime...