Every Saturday morning should start as fabulous as ours did today. I mean, how much better does it get than to have a wide awake Toddler wander into your room at 5:30 asking for a drink of water? Not only that, but we had the extra-special pleasure of having that Toddler crawl into our bed and a few moments later say, "Momma, my mouf." I know that doesn't sound all that exciting, but that was Toddlerese for "Dude, I'm gonna blow chunks all over you and your bed any second now and *BLAAAAARGH*."
Bedding was changed, puke was cleaned off people via the use of the patented Whore Bath (a wash cloth and water), pajamas were changed, etc. As exciting and fabulous as that all is, that was not the highlight of the day.
The re-entry of the word "puke" to Alexis' vocabulary fit that bill quite nicely, thank you very much.
All day long, she of no fever or signs of illness was all about saying things like, "Momma, I don't wanna puke" and "Momma, I need to puke" and "I pukey." Each and every one of the 13,528 times she mentioned puke I was absolutely convinced that she was about to yack all over the back seat of the car, my lap, or wherever she was sitting. Each and every time it was a false alarm, but how do you NOT take that kind of threat seriously?
It was a lot like wandering through a Saturday with a gun to your head. A weeeeee bit stressful, to say the least.
BTW, if you stare at a kid long enough, you will be able to convince yourself that he or she is looking a little green. And if said kid develops a case of the hiccups while you are waiting for chunks? You will age 10 years instantly.
BTW, I think her little stomach just freaked out because she ate a funnel cake, French fries, and a piece of chocolate Friday night. That's more crap food than the alien who prefers Lima beans to Snickers bars usually eats in an entire week.