Barf a ram a

So there we were the other night, all of us snuggled up in the bed. Little CC was between momma and daddy. Along came the "witching hour" and little CC began coughing and hacking at ten minutes to two am. Momma of course woke up to see what was the matter. As how it is common place, she had to wake up daddy to ensure all is good and well with the world. As it would be, little CC swallowed something wrong and began to heave like she was getting ready to hurl like a drunken sailor. Momma goes eek she is going to puke. Daddy goes eek get something. Momma runs to the barfroom, I mean bathroom, daddy shoulders little CC and Ralf bought a Buick all over daddy's chest. Momma was so impressed! Little CC was miserable, she did not feel well, had yack in her beautiful golden locks and smelled like the armpit of a sailor on liberty in Tijuana!

Everyone loves 2am!

So, between yacks we got the little one cleaned up, eventually CC and daddy took a shower together. Last time I showered with a woman... well lets juts leave that one alone. Anyhow all were fresh and clean and watching the RedEye on FNC.

We are happy to say that this was CC's first yack session as a child. I hope that they will be few and far between, especially the 2am yacks. However, if she is anything like her mother, which I am afraid she is, the 2am yacks will be bit more frequent as she ages.

Although I give momma some grief, she did do quite well with the young one and stayed up for the rest of the morning... Well ok, she usually gets out of bed around 3am so what is an extra hour?! :) love ya babe!
Nutz