Rain. Thunder. Lightning.
No, those are not the names of my fists (and my left foot). Nope, not at all. Instead, that's what happened today. In fact, this may be the first time that I've
encountered a storm of any kind in the time that I've been staying at home with
Ellie. One thing's for sure, Ellie is
super frightened of storms when they occur.
I don't know if it's due to atmospheric conditions or her superbaby
hearing powers, but she is not a fan.
We started out the day really well. Ellie actually made it through Bethany
leaving for work again today because I decided to try and outthink her this
week. I realize that it's pretty odd to
be discussing outthinking a baby but it's true.
As long as we stay on one of the two top levels of our house until
Bethany is gone with the garage door shut, then Ellie doesn't find herself
immediately #MissingMommy. She even was
willing to play for about thirty minutes after Bethany left before she was
ready for a nap. Today was certainly one
of those days that I couldn't wait for that first nap to arrive since I was
very tired. I finally made it out to my
first Royals game of the season last night and got back in late enough that I
was really tired this morning. Nice for
me plus it gave Bethany some alone time with Ellie last night which the baby apparently
snoozed through a lot of. Guess she was
worn out from yesterday after a walk, sitting up, and tummy time.
Anyway, after Ellie woke up from her first nap for a
feeding, everything went pretty well until inklings of the storm arrived. As raindrops began to plunk down upon our
roof, Ellie's eyes immediately began shifting around frantically like a poker
player trying to cover their bluff. As
the lightning struck outside, her mouth fell opened into a gasp and her bottom
lip began to quiver. As the thunder
roared loudly, the panic set in and there was only one way for her to respond. That's right.
Ellie vomited on our kitchen table.
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Now, you may be asking, "Why was Ellie on the kitchen
table?" I'll go ahead and tell you
now. She loves sitting up so much,
provided she has help, but I get tired of having to look down to her when
holding her upright. Therefore, I had
the brilliant idea today that I should just sit her on the kitchen table while
holding her upright. That way I could
actually look in her baby blues while she worked so hard. While I'm guessing her spitting up when the
thunder hit was a coincidence, it's possible that she just has an epic gag
reflex. I know that I did when I was
young and something made me nervous. At
least if she was going to spit up like that, it was on my side of the
table. And well, if it really bothers
me, I can just spin the table around until I forget which side it was on. Like Russian Roulette with vomit on a table
instead of a gun and a bullet. Now no
one gets hurt!
#DaddyWrite
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