Return of the Mega-Yak

Yes. It’s happened again. And this time, it was all over me.

It was probably my fault for making fun of it happening to Claire, but this time, my little saved his entire stomach contents for his dad. Thanks son.

We’re trying a new approach in giving him his milk at 19:30 when he goes to bed, rather than to put him to bed without it, and then wake him up at 22:30 to feed him, change his nappy and put him in his little sleeping bag.

So, as I’ve been at work all day, I took Jack upstairs to get his pyjamas on, and Claire get his milk ready for me to give him. No problems. Yet.

He drank about half of it, which wasn’t surprising, as he’d not long had his food. And dessert. And fruit. With more fruit, with vegetables too in places.

Most of the time, he gnashes through the food with the only teeth he has so far, which are at the front of his mouth, and then spits out the skin from the grapes, or the blueberry ‘shells’ and so on, so I didn’t really think that he eats a great deal of them. Until now.

After his milk, he tried to get up and wander around, but a little half-heartedly, as he was shattered from going swimming earlier with his mum.

Before he got really sleepy, I took him into the en-suite in our bedroom to brush his teeth as normal, but just as we got there, the eruption was imminent!

Within seconds, we were re-creating the final scenes of Pompeii. Instead of hot black ash and lava, there was brightly coloured pieces of recognisable food that he’d eaten a couple of hours ago, all mixed together and decorating the floor, the walls, the toilet and the sink. And the door. And of course, Jack and I.  As I was holding him in my arms before the point of impact, it was all over me, neck downwards.  And it was obviously body temperature, which is very not-nice!

Luckily, we were in the en-suite which has tiled flooring, making the clearing-up a lot easier than if it had happened on the carpet!

I think I must have moved him before allowing the milk to settle, but I sort of had a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that this might happen. If only I had paid more attention to said ‘niggling feelings’, I could have tried to get Attack Number Three over Claire instead of me - but hey, there’s anyways next time!!

(Seeing as this is the third time now, I’ve even added a new category to the blog-site about Mega-Yak.  Yes, I’m sad…)

Up-chuck Galore

I don’t know if it’s anything (food-wise) that I’ve given him in the past 2 days whilst he’s been in my care, but Jack managed to throw up the volume of three people’s stomachs last night, again, all over Claire!

A few months ago, Claire got back from work on a Saturday evening in time to get Jack to bed. Coincidentally, I was about to get ready to nip down to the local Chinese takeaway to collect our order. So, I handed Jack over to his mum and started getting my coat on to go – just as Claire got to the top of the stairs… Mega-Yak strikes! All over Claire, the carpet, everywhere. Nice.

Almost the same thing happened last night.

Claire got back from work and had bathed Jack and got him ready for bed around 19:30 as usual, when I was about to leave to get the Chinese takeaway.

This time, Claire had made it just inside the playroom when Mega-Yak II strikes! Claire just froze holding him, but managed to re-route all available energy to her voice-box in the form of calling me. Loud.

I made it from downstairs, up and into the playroom to see the last moments of Mega-Yak II making my wife’s white blouse… not white anymore. It was everywhere. Fair play to Jack, I don’t think he could have planned it better. It was all over her hair, face, shirt, arms and certainly all over the floor in the playroom!

At the time, it was grim. Now, it’s quite funny thinking back, hence I thought I’d mention it here; as I’m sure that when Jack is old enough to find worms and mud funny, he’ll want to know about this! :o)