Honeycomb Commentaries

Honeycomb Commentaries

It's been 3 months since the last incident, and as by some wretched cosmic timetable, the kids have been ralphing again. Accursed Kindergarten booger-bears.

Giselle was hurking Wednesday night. And then about 1 am Sunday morning, Harrison started blowing chunks. Oy what a volcano. This time was different though...because by 4 am, I realized I hadn't escaped the plague either. As you may know, I am very neurotic about barfing. My longest barfless stint was 12 years long (cut short by chemo, which shouldn't count, if you ask me). My new dry streak is 3 years, and I wasn't going to go down without a fight. So I started downing Maalox and Tylenol and begging Amanda to deal with Harrison's lovely odors over the course of the next day so I could retain maximum control over my upper GI.

Well Giselle eventually wakes up, and she's in deathly need of some cereal, so I staggered into the kitchen and poured a bowl for her. And just as I'm putting things away, Harrison waddles in and just starts yakking everywhere. Oh man...the-flame-and-the-void...the-flame-and-the-void...I was summoning all my powers to maintain control, and in the meantime, Giselle was giving a running commentary as she munched on her cereal:

G: "Ewwww Harrison is BARFING!"
D: "I know Giselle, hush please," as I grab Harrison to keep him from doing the back-up-&-barf into the living room routine.
G: "Ewwww Dad, he's doing it AGAIN!"
D: "I know Giselle. mmmphhhh. Please stop talking about it because it's going to make me barf too..." as I try to make Harrison stand still while I hopscotch to grab paper towels::
G: "But Dad, you're the biggest one of us all. If YOU barfed, it would go EVERYWHERE!"
D: "Noooooooo"
G: "Because there would be SO MUCH...."
D: ::gurgle::

They had me on the ropes, but mercy shone upon me as Amanda rounded the corner to relieve me from further exposure.

Thank you Amanda.

A toast: To four years.