Ezra had a mild fever last Thursday which kept me from taking him to daycare. I also got a call from my Dad saying that he had flown a client into Burbank and was stuck there for a few hours. I decided to take Ezra out because (1) it would be nice to see my Dad, (2) it would keep me from going crazy stuck in the house, and (3) it would guarantee two naps - driving there and back (Ezra napping - not me, unfortunately). So we made it out to Burbank airport and found my Dad. He showed us the fancy plane that he had flown down as a co-pilot. Ezra was taken with it - we may have a future pilot on our hands.
We then went out to lunch in downtown Burbank with Dad and the other pilot. We chose a nice-ish restaurant but it had a kids' menu so I figured it was fair game. I sat Ezra in a high chair and within two minutes he managed to vomit up the entire contents of everything I had fed him earlier that day. If I was worried about how much milk he was getting while nursing - I had no reason to be. I knew what was coming about two seconds before the eruption and I was smart enough to reach for one of our handy towels we keep everywhere including the diaper bag. However, I didn't look to see what I was grabbing and instead of getting the towel, I managed to grab a pair of extra Ezra socks. They didn't do much to prevent the copious amounts of ...well you know...from getting everywhere. Our towels and one cloth napkin barely sopped it all up. I decided to steal the napkin because it was too embarrassing to leave it behind. I hope the restaurant understands.
I thought maybe it was due to him gagging on a piece of bread I had given him, however, it was obvious it was the stomach flu as over the next 30 hours he decided to reinact the restaurant scene over and over. Each time we were shellshocked and couldn't do any preventive measures and we ended up with a lot of messes all over the place (bed, couch, me). I need to learn how to actually reach for the proper receptor instead of just holding him over exactly what I don't want him to vomit on (bed, couch, me). I figure I probably have years of practise ahead of me.