Judy and Dan and vomit, oh my!

My cousin Judy and her husband Dan were visiting Texas this week, and we were lucky enough to get together with them for dinner on Thursday. They came over around 6 and we had a nice visit with everyone for about an hour. They were so sweet to bring Andrew a genuine Wisconsin cheese head. Andrew pulled his usual schtick of identifying people's vulnerabilities and exploiting them.  He sensed Judy and Dan were more conscientious about germs and/or choking hazards than I am, so he continually pretended to eat the cheese head. They also brought him a little University of Wisconsin Badgers football that says "GO BADGERS!" and then plays the fight song when you throw it hard. He had a ball (no pun intended) lobbing it around the house for a while and making fun of me because I couldn't throw it hard enough to make it work.

Andrew was uninvited from dinner due to his being two and my wanting adult conversation, so my dad stayed home with him while Judy, Dan, my mom, Alison, and I went out for delicious, grungy, Texas food at Mama's.  Many chicken fried steaks later, we headed home.


A phone call during dinner warned me of what I would see (and smell) upon arrival.  Evidently Grandpa and Andrew were having a grand time munching bagels with peanut butter when Andrew started to shriek inexplicably and uncontrollably.  Then he threw up.  And threw up and threw up and threw up.  "It just kept coming," Grandpa would say later, looking shell-shocked and a little puky himself.  But Andrew looked perfect, thanks to an unplanned bath and shampoo.  And, the sniffly snot he'd been dribbling and snorting back up for two weeks appears to be gone, having been jettisoned out with the rest of Andrew's insides.  Asked what he did while I was gone, Andrew proudly told me, "I cried and then I had a throw-up with Grandpa."