Yesterday the New Kid turned 6 months old. That's a big deal in our family, so we always celebrate with dinner and cake. We had some family over, and everyone ate hamburgers, turkey burgers, crispy crowns (the better tater tot) and cake. Everyone, that is, but Baduka. He ate frosting. Lots of it. He was stealing it off plates, and the cake platter. And while Dizzy had his fair share, he at least ate some crispy crowns to absorb some of that sugar.
After everyone left, I even heard the kitchen chair being dragged to the counter, where he carefully got the cake platter down, and placed it gently on the kitchen table. Then the two demon children ate frosting, while I took pictures, because seriously it was really freaking cute.
After all that sugar you'd think bedtime would be a problem. Nope. Dizzy went right in with his blankie and cup. His cup was empty, he just wanted to hold it. Baduka put himself to bed, I actually had to change his diaper while he was sleeping, to avoid a pee explosion.
If only pee was what I had to clean up. At 5am I hear him kinda whimper crying, which isn't totally unusual for him, so I went in to get him to prevent him from fully waking up and turning the light on. I walked in to a crying Baduka, covered head to toe, in blue frosting vomit.
A week of firsts in this house. His first grown up, too much of a good thing, puking.
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