As predicted in the last baby report a barfy surprise awaited me for such is the life when living with animuls.
Although I have previously pointed out the baby's tendency to barf, it was Memphie who first breached the no-barf zone. Dunno what it was that triggered it. He looked normal enough. Sauntering out of the bedroom after breaky, Memphie calmly walked over to where the baby and I were playing on the carpet. Upon reaching us, he looked at me and then proceeded to throw up bits of his breaky. As luck would have it, he upchucked on his a portion of his string -- really nass to clean off vomit on a string, btw. I've said it before and I'll say it again, thank goodness for flor. Anyway, after beating the baby to the upchuck, I spirited the affected area to the bathroom for a quick wash.
Enn was not so lucky the following day when the baby proceeded to have her own little barf party. Evidently something wasn't quite right with the baby and she decided to barf all over the couch. I suppose it was rather it was a rather good stroke of luck that she managed to barf on her blanket. That, plus the covering I usually keep on the couch for such occasions, mitigated the damage from this sudden deluge. Still, a portion managed to seep through all that cotton and polyester so as to necessitate a trip to the laundry. It was a very good thing therefore that the laundry is but a few steps from the couch. Once again I prayed to the laundry gods and thanked them for gracing me with a washer and dryer in my apartment. I can't imagine living with the baby and Memphis w/o them. Hallelujah.
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