I have a lot of things I need to catch up on with my blog, but I had to put this on here cause it was just too funny and gross. Last night, I was eating some of my left over birthday cake. I gave Nathan a tiny tiny bite of it and he walked out of the kitchen. So I'm still standing in there and I could smell this acidy/rank smell. I walk around the counter and look in the living room and Nathan had puked EVERYWHERE. I don't know what caused him to puke because he's not sick. Maybe he gaged on the icing or something. It was like an explosion. It looked just like when the boy on the movie Big Daddy pukes. Since he was covered in it, I picked him and took him to his room to change his diaper and his clothes and to wash him down. After I get him all cleaned up I walk back out into the living room to start the carpet clean up. The puke is gone. So, I yell down the hallway to our roommate Jen and ask "did you clean this up?!" She says "no." I look over and our dog Roxy is licking her chops. She ate all of his puke while I was in the bedroom. Every last bit of it. The carpet looked like nothing had happened.
