Last night after I had gone to sleep I woke to hear Clara whimpering. I reached over to soothe her and my hand landed in a warm, chunky pile of vomit. Ain't parenthood grand?
We had had spinach and cheese raviolis in pesto sauce for dinner so there was an abundance of green. And the smell was the same as dinner had smelled 6 hours earlier, except with a side of rancid.
This morning Clara asked for something to eat and I offered up benign foods free of color and strong odors such as bananas and shredded wheat. But she asked for an egg.
Her highchair still had remnants of the pesto from dinner last night and seeing that made my stomach seize. I was reminded of the time in junior high science class when I dissected an oyster and was disturbed to find the digested green algae in its stomach resembled pesto. I wouldn't eat pesto for years following.
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And I really do like it when you blog more often.
:P
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