tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776217.post116321876242357018..comments2023-03-25T08:15:27.666-04:00Comments on Tales from the Park Side: Day 10 -- the end of the chicken story, and vomit, too!Paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749239295532187876noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776217.post-1163346432101084582006-11-12T10:47:00.000-05:002006-11-12T10:47:00.000-05:00Well...yesterday we had a birthday party for Gabo....Well...yesterday we had a birthday party for Gabo. Four friends came over. They played. Ate. Played more then ate a white and choc cake with white frosting. And played some more. <BR/><BR/>The whole thing was over in two hours (my favorite kind of kids' party). Gabo complained of his tummy hurting. He was really tired from not napping all day (not that I didn't give it the good college try, he was just too excited). He was rolling around on the floor about an hour before regular bedtime - exhausted- I thought. I got him into pajamas and went to the kitchen to get him a milk. "Mieke. Mieke." he yelled. I came back in and there he stood on his bed with dark brown vomit ALL OVER. TONS OF IT! Poor man. Of course, in true baby (can I still call him a baby if he's three?) he was jumping up and down and playing moments later. A much much happier lad.<BR/><BR/>So I join you in the world of vomit, though not quite as sleep-killing as yours.<BR/><BR/>Feel better.Miekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17379642820223275359noreply@blogger.com