Dad brought the boat down, so we spent some time on the lake fishing and soaking up some sun. Too much sun in my case. We caught some good fish, but with the heat of the day and the game warden on our backs (good thing I bought that 1-day fishing license), we decided to call it quits.
I wonder if it is a sub-law or possibly the basis of Murphy's Law, but my child seems to be an angel with me and her mother, but when others are around, she turns it on. Remember "The Beast"? She was in full force today, and Nonny got to finally witness what she denied existed for so long. Below is a picture that sums up Addy's day pretty well. Where did I put those ear plugs?
Well, Kelly worked her magic with Addy (if you know what I mean) before she left for work, and she seemed to be in a nice milk coma. So, the parentals and I decided to take advantage of the time and hit up the Red Lobster. Great meal, or was it?
Why in the world today must everything come un-assembled in 13 pieces? It blows my mind. Take the easy invention of the bottle. I mean come on. You need the bottle to hold the milk, and the screw on lid with built-in nipple. Oh No. Not this bottle. Addy's bottle, while not 13 pieces, consists of 4 pieces. The most important piece is the one I forgot. Of Course. Who knew the little plastic circle was the key to the consumption of milk? Not this Dad. Needless to say, I will make certain all the parts are there next time. As she began to scream and people began to look, we decided it was time to eat. If Addy's chest could consume milk, we would have been money. However, all it made for was a milk-soaked, pissed-off baby. Remember the picture above. X 10. We managed to calm her down and finish our meal, all full and content. Especially Addy's onesie.
All in all the most exciting part of the day was when Addy officially welcomed her Nonny and PawPaw into her life. Ever heard the saying "A baby don't love ya' until they throw up on ya'"? Probably not because I just made it up, but it would make its lasting impression today. With PawPaw all seemed good and well. She's talking to him (grunting and cooing), he's talking to her....then WHAMMY! She projectile spits-up all over his arm and hand. I don't know what was funnier, the fact that she managed a little smirk after the fact, or that my Dad had to do everything in his power not to throw up himself. Mmmmmm....breast milk.
After that we surely thought she had thrown up all she could hold. I mean come on, how big is a baby's stomach? Well, ding the bell cuz round 2 is coming up. Mom had her as we were getting ready to walk out the door. Addy looked all pretty in her little dress, ready for a night on the town. Mom was ready, but milk-colored throw up doesn't match with khaki I don't care what they say. Addy vomited, not spit up, not burped up, but projectile vomited all down the front of Nonny. I mean, even if I inserted a tube into her thoracic cavity, not stomach, entire thoracic cavity that houses the stomach, heart, lungs, etc., I didn't think that much milk could fit in that tiny body. I guess I don't think about a lot of things.
Well, while the bullpen was able to come in and provide some middle-relief, it looked as if Addy might have their number this go-round and come out victorious. We reached the 9th inning, and we were ready to go. We would come out the victors tonight. Could it be because Addy was only able to stay awake until inning 8? I like to chalk it up to our sheer skill and dominance. Get on our level Addy.
But when all is said and done I can't be mad. I can't be frustrated. I do feel like a hunter trying to slay the beast, but not to kill. More like tranquilize in the hopes that she will sleep until at least 5 a.m. and then wake up. In the morning when she opens those blue eyes up wide, all will be forgotten (that's why I take pictures). Until tomorrow, sleep well.
Blessings,
-SH
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