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Keneisha Devereaux

Zoe, what are you spilling in there?"

I hear the noise again. Like someone pouring water on the kitchen floor. Then I realize....

It's BARF. Zoe is barfing all over my parents cool saltillo tile. It's the most barf I've ever seen, and I'm an expert on barf.

[aside] Woah, I'm sitting here, and I was looking for a barf entry (of which, unfortunately, I had many) and re-read the March 2006 archive and the February 2006 archive. I have sure come a long way.

Right now, Zoe is listening to my iPod and singing, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly... my body is blahboodalicions..." over and over. She doesn't quite understand all the words, so she mostly sings those two lines. I'm like... "Zoe, it's BOOTY-licious," but that's ok. We also downloaded some CD called Jump In. It's Disney, but the songs have a good beat and I don't know them. I think they'd be great for cardio.

So back to yesterday...

I run in the kitchen and there she is. Leaning over the barf, hands on the doorframe, standing there in her striped pink pantyhose tights. She *almost* made it to the bathroom, but instead barfed all over the floor and the door and the frame of the door. It was officially The. Worst. Smell. Ever.

Mom started the washer and I toweled it all up and tossed them in. I had to do it because Mom said she can clean up anything except for barf. She gagged a little bit. After I cleaned it up, she mopped like a madwoman and opened the porch door.

I think my child just ate way too much food yesterday. Taquitos, Mac N Cheese, and a slice of pizza. So gross. She also had a slight fever. It's making me very nervous as I don't want her to get sick. But we did talk about eating foods that are good for you. Much easier to throw up soup than it is pizza.

I gave her a bath and tucked her in last night. She made me sing to her. Then she kept waking up a few times telling me she was afraid. I think she was listening to the ice hit the window and the heater coming on and off. I woke up this morning and she had snuck in my bed. I hadn't even noticed. Poor little baby. There was no school, and she seemed better.

We are still pretty much iced in. And getting a bit of cabin fever.

I can do this. I'm friends with Kenisha.

Your assignment for today is to find me something funny on the internet as I think I've reached the end of it.

Posted by debutaunt at January 17, 2007 04:03 PM