[Professional Engineer]

I guess I'm an "official" parent now. I've been barfed on. I went to have breakfast with some friends this morning. Elf-boy came with me. His tummy was apparently in knots from lack of chow. He refused dinner last night.

Anyhow, we order and are waiting for our breakfast. Between ordering and delivery, elf-boy barfs all over my arm and leg. Not just once, not twice, but THREE TIMES!

I've been christened.

[msdrby]

The breakfast scene was at 6:45 this morning. Elf-boy was quite healed with half a biscuit after they left the restaurant. Then, when they got home, I would not let him eat anything other than cheerios or dry toast ~just in case~ until after lunchtime.

Lunch rolls around and of course, elf-boy is starving cuz all he has had to eat/drink is cheerios and water all day at this point. He ate his usual peanut butter sandwich and some juice.

Dinner comes and he eats a an entire lunchable with juice plus a peanut butter sandwich. Something tells me he won't refuse dinner again for awhile.

I think he has already planned his breakfast for tomorrow, LOL!

In other news, elf-boy is desperate to try out the shrinky-Dink machine. PE and he have gone to the store to get some light bulbs to make it work properly.