Our entire gang went to Target last night to get a few last minute food items for Christmas and a few stocking stuffers. Two boys in a cart, two girls in a cart.....it's a pretty good way to get things done.
We are checking out and Baby G has fallen asleep in her spot in the cart. Because I am an excellent mother I ask Sean to pick her up so I can hold her (she is getting so big so fast right now that I will take any opportunity to have her be my baby) and I was walking around with her loving on her. All of a sudden she picks her head up and says, "Mom, I don't feel so good." I say, "Are you going to throw up?!".....Coley boy was tummy sick on Thursday so I thought it was manifesting itself now in Baby G. I put her down walked quickly to the bathroom and opened the door and then she said....."Uuuum, I guess I am OK now. So, again, me being an outstanding mother, walked over to Sean and informed him I would be taking Baby G outside to cool off a little as she wasn't feeling well.
Now this entire time Bug is in the cart eating chicken fingers. She wasn't feeling well at home and thought that chicken might help her....:)
So we three queens are exiting Target.....here is the rest of the conversation:
BG: Mom, I don't feel good.
M: Are you going to puke?
BG: I think so (and now she has her finger pushing on her throat, which means puke will come soon.)
M: OK, we are almost outside hold on. Keep walking
Our cart now passes the threshold of the automatic doors and Baby G coughs which is leading up to the, at this point, inevitable vomit.
BUG: MOM.
M: Wait a minute Bug!
More coughing and here comes the puke.
M: Keep walking, don't step in it. Stay here. You can finish throwing up here. Good job Baby G!
Bug: Um Mom.....
M: Yes Bug.
Bug: Baby G puked all over me........
(this is all in slow motion right now) I turn to see my precious 8 year old frozen in position with a large piece of regurgitated chicken on her sweet and newly bathed head. Then I slowly, with a look of....actually I'm not quite sure what the look on my face was.....I slowly walk over to the cart to see Bug with chicken puke on her head, all over her sweater and pants. It is on all the kids' jackets that were in the cart and on the cart. Apparently that first little cough of Baby G's on our way out the door was actually her projectile vomiting all over her sister.
So Sean then made it out the door - oh, keep in mind that we are maybe two feet out the exit door on the Sunday night the week of Christmas - and I look at him and said Baby G puked on Bug......I thought we were going to have our second official Public Puking right there.
