Before I was born, maybe before she was even married, my mother decided that her children would not be pukers. This decision of hers was apparently supported by all involved - me, my brothers, the universe. I can count on one hand the number of times in my life that I've thrown up. And I'd give Jerry Seinfeld a run for the money: until I gave birth and had a bad reaction to the anesthesia, it had been more than 21 years since my last hurl.
So, with my mother's success in mind, I made the same decision: my children would not be pukers. Sam tried to remind me that the children would be half his, and his family pukes. But I would not listen. Apparently, it's the not listening, rather than the not puking that MrMan has inherited from me.
In general, he keeps his food down, but he's been slipping lately. Tuesday, just as I was parking the car, anticipating entering the store, a sound erupted from the back seat. Sam looked back and exclaimed. I was expecting explosive diarrhea, but got projectile vomiting. Hummus, tortilla, and sharp cheddar do not make a good combo when they come back up. I really had to calm myself before pitching in to help Sam clean up MrMan: as a non-puker, I'm rendered virtually useless when faced with puke. It's my kryptonite. These days, I don't usually travel with a spare outfit, but thank goodness I had one that day. With the help of wipes and a few plastic bags that Sam grabbed from the store, we got MrMan presentable and the carseat relatively clean. He was in a perfectly good mood, after getting over the shock of hurling his lunch.
The next evening, just as we were pulling in front of the house, a gentler version of the same sound came from the back seat. MrMan puked again. Raisins and crackers are much easier to deal with than hummus and cheese. For the past couple of days, I get a little anxious any time I hear MrMan fussing from the backseat. So far, so good. I'm hoping these were just puke flukes and that he has joined the maternal camp of non-pukers.
Posted by Shokufeh at December 9, 2006 10:18 PMI hope for your sake these are puke flukes too. I'm sorry that your first kiddie puke experience had to be in the car; always harder to clean up than, say, the kitchen floor.
Posted by: Charlotte at December 10, 2006 07:09 PMI do hope it's a "puke fluke"... And why do they always do it in the car?
Posted by: natalie at December 11, 2006 09:59 AMoh my gosh! i totally thought my mom was the only one who had a strict no-vomiting rule! i, too, am a proud non-puker!
Posted by: mipmup at December 11, 2006 01:57 PMOur puke flukes have also been in the car. :-( Hope that was the last of the puke, maybe even for 21 years!
Posted by: Hannah at December 11, 2006 11:47 PMSo...they get it from their dad! I got puked on MANY times last week & now I know who to blame! :)
Posted by: FFG at December 13, 2006 08:04 AMOh man, Shokufeh, this is one of the funniest things I've ever read! For some reason when I read the line about raisins and crackers I especially lost it. I'm way too giddy now.
Posted by: +mojan. at December 16, 2006 07:55 PMi was going to ask if there's any chance he's lactose intolerant... the only time i puke is when my body rejects milk. but then with the whole crackers and raisins incident i re-considered my hypothesis.
Posted by: kari at December 18, 2006 11:24 AM