Corn and Sloppy Joes....

does not look so appealing after it has been regurgitated on the floor of the Fred Meyer paint department. Oh the joys of parenthood. We have officially been subjected to the most horrifying of all parenting experiences, yes you have probably guessed it, our daughter 'threw up' 'spewed' 'blew chunks' during store hours in our local friendly Fred Meyer! Let me take you back to how it all started-cuz everyone LOVES a good up-chuck story....

John: Livie, finish your dinner please.

Livie: I can't! (her favorite phrase during meal times)

John: Ok, then you don't get a cookie-mommy and daddy are going to eat them ALL!

Me: Hurry Liv, or I'm going to eat it all before you do!!! (no, I'm not a fatty, it's just a threat that I never carry out with because so far it has worked every time....)

Livie: *lots of laughter while racing back to the table*

This battle repeats a few times until our darling daughters plate is FINALLY clean-yippee!!

Livie receives beloved cookie. Ooh lookie there, I used beloved. I do retain learned info *sigh*

Fast forward about 20 minutes and we are moseying around said store:

Livie: my tummy hurts.

Me: I'm sorry sweetie.

Me to John: You know, I swear her tummy hurt the last time we ate sloppy joes too.....

few minutes pass

Livie: my tummy hurts.

John: I'm sorry, why does your tummy hurt?

Livie: *lots of fussing* Mommy, I want up!

Me: ok, just lay your head on my shoulder.

We are now in the MAIN back aisle of the store

Livie: *starts crying and fussing*

John: *down in her face, talking to her, rubbing her head*

Livie: *starts making this weird sucking sound with her lip and shoulders scrunch up*

Me: *whispered to John* She's going to throw up!!

John: *moves out of way before said throw up hits the floor creating the splatter of all splatters*

Was I humiliated?? No, I seriously thought it was the most hilarious thing I had ever been through in my life!! (Livie was totally fine after releasing her gut of all dinner goodies)
John grabbed the customer service phone and whispered a few somethings evidently hinting at the fact that there was a million dollars up for grabs because here comes an employee racing down to save the day. John managed to find a big roll of paper towels behind the paint counter and proceeded to at least cover it up for the sake of passerbys. All the while here comes another employee all business with his mop bucket and latex gloves making some comment like 'oh, you used paper towels?? *sigh* I was going to clean it up with the mop'. This guy REALLY loves his job.

After many 'thank yous' and 'we are so sorrys', we proceeded to walk away.

Livie: *in typical toddler volume* Whats that guy doing? Livies throw up. What's that guy doing??

Geez, rub it in Liv.