The Usual Chunks

Last night ushered in the usual, just about annual, blowing of chunks by someone in the family during the holidays. Poor Julien was the victim this year, though I’m the one who wound up showered with the results of his upset stomach. I love milkshakes and I love peaches, but I don’t love wearing them. Ever since I became a parent, I continue to be amazed at just how much puke a small child can produce when their stomachs are supposed to be so small.

It seems that Julien is still sensitive to peaches, just as Vic was, though I could swear that the sensitivity had worn off by now for Vic. It would totally suck if Julien is actually allergic to peaches and other fruits in the same family.

I hope that someday we’ll have a holiday again that does not include a vomiting episode.