It's official, we can't go to restaurants anymore with Vivian. The last two days we have tried to eat out and it has ended in disaster. I'll start at the beginning...we got two gift cards to Charlestons for Christmas. We were so excited because it is one of our favorite places to eat. I shot a wedding on Saturday and we decided that when I got home we would use our gift cards. I was very tired, hungry and cranky after a long day on my feet and very little food so Charlestons sounded great. Everyone was fine until a couple of minutes after our spinach and artichoke dip arrived. Viv started throwing up, and by throwing up I mean projectile vomiting right into my hands! It was going eveywhere and it wouldn't stop! Of course the restaurant was completely busy so it was soooo embarassing, and Vivian was totally humiliated. We were able to salvage the shirt she was wearing but eveything else had to go into a plastic baggie. The waiter was very nice and cleaned up the puke off of the floor and everything. Needless to say, it kind of ruined the experience.
Next, today after church I was starving! Vivian had acted like a complete maniac all during church, which is her new routine. I was so glad to sit down and put her in a high chair and be able to relax and eat. Boy, was I wrong! This little angel pictured above did the grossest thing that I've ever seen or smelled. We had just gotten our meals, (Mexican food by the way) and I smelled Vivian. Matt and I did the "not it" thing for a while and I decided to lift up her dress in the back and check down her diaper to see what the situation was. Well, when I lifted up her dress I could see the poop was already in a pool in the high chair, up her dress, up her back and going down her legs in her tights. We sat stunned for a second and then leaped into action! I've never seen such teamwork! There was of course NO CHANGING TABLE in the bathroom. Side note: I think that there should be a law where every restaurant has to have a changing table in both men and women's restooms. Anyway, I ended up taking her dress off of her and holding her up by her arms so that Matt could get the tights. The smell was something I've never experienced before. I immediately started gagging and almost broke my no puking streak again! Anyway, I held up naked Vivian while Matt cleaned her off with about 250 napkins and wipes. He even said that a big chunk of poop fell out of her diaper and onto the floor. That must have been when I was gagging and looking at the ceiling. She ended up with a diaper and her church coat on with no shoes or socks. We had to ask the waiters for bags for the diapers and napkins and poop and another bag for her clothes. We got our check, to go boxes and were out of there! So, that was our weekend. How was yours?
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
The tale of puke and poop, by Vivian Stansberry
Posted by Mandy at Sunday, December 28, 2008
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oh Vivian!! Yeah, those are pretty gross stories! Why does it always have to be at the most inopportune times??
Poor baby girl! I am sorry to hear you were so sick...poor Momma too! I feel for you!
This is why our rule is no children in public until age 2...or maybe with Bode it should be more like 5.
And which retaraunt didn'thave a changing table? They should be reported to...someone.
Amen to the changing table law!! Why aren't they in men's rooms and why aren't they in many public places? I had to change Cole on the floor in a furniture store bathroom once...ridiculous.
I hope she feels better!
One of my favorite mom stories: Cason was about Viv's age and he, my SIL and I were at Poblano. He threw up so much that I was covered, it was running off the table, the napkins were sopping wet, Cason was sopping wet and it just kept coming. When he was finally done, my sister in law put a 20 dollar bill on the table and we got up and left.
Isn't being a parent glamorous?
Ohhhh Mandy. I just don't know what I would do. I'm praying for poop-free and puke-free kids. Sounds like you handled both situations like a champ. :)
I am laughing outloud! My daughter Sophie pooped in the tub the other night and I was reminded of your post about that a while back...the sad thing is she's 3. Your little Vivian is too precious! These stories will haunt her one day :)
that's it. i am not having kids. OR i will make my mom do all the gross stuff...I know that I have heard these stories before, but reading them in print is soooooo different. and more graphic. poor viv.
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