In San Francisco on night one and night two, I got thrown up on. BOTH NIGHTS!! The first night was my fault, Ardo had a cough for a few days and he reached over at the Mexican Restaurant we were at and began to eat a tortilla chip. I don't normally let him do that but since we were on vacation I let him. He ate some and began choking, then the next thing I know he's throwing up. Except instead of throwing up on the table or floor, he turns around and throws up on me. It was the weirdest thing, I wasn't embarrassed because I was thinking well, its not like I'M throwing up, and he's a toddler, what can I do? I tried to make my way to the restroom but was too slow and he threw up on the floor before we got there. I went into the restroom, Helen followed me and I got my tot cleaned up, then myself and walked out like nothing happened. Sat down and proceeded to carry on. My appetite was ruined as one might suspect but the night carried on. We went back to our hotel room and Ardo played for awhile, he had a hard time falling asleep but once he was out we put him in his pac n play and expected to see him in the morning. Well Ardo had other plans and channeled the inner newborn in him and was up all night long. We tried everything. Helen took him to her room at some point and he finally fell asleep. So the morning was a little rough waking up, but the day was great. That night we had sushi. Okay, let me breakdown the sushi restaurant, we walk in with two kids and a toddler. First thing I see is a bar and young woman enjoying cocktails, the restaurant was VERY trendy and when we asked for high chair and the guy looked at us like we were crazy, I figured the night would be fun. Ardo was very good, he ate a little, was passed around the table and we luckily got the best server ever. She was sweet enough to give Ardo a little spoon they use for desserts. WE LOVED HER!! About 20 minutes before we leave Ardo comes back to me and rests his head on my chest. Then outta nowhere for seemingly no reason (although Jerry said he put his fingers in his mouth maybe a little too far) he threw up!! AGAIN!!!!!!!! This time I was shocked. I kept thinking, "Did he really just do that?" By now I'm an expert at cleaning up. I take a deep breath, stand up, take us both to the restroom clean us up and come back to the table. I'm not gonna lie, the rest of the time I was sitting at the table all I could think of was "Did that really just happen? AGAIN!" But it did, and you know what, when I was in labor with Ardo, no pain meds just me and labor, I thought that was my initiation into motherhood, but actually being thrown up on two days in a row on vacation, in my better than Los Angeles clothes feels like my real initiation. My name is Sonya and I'm a mom. My little guy cries, and teethes forever, and walks but prefers to be carried until he wants something then he wants down to destroy. But that's my little guy and he's all mine.
A few more pictures from San Francisco, don't worry sans the vom.