For the first time in her life, M. threw up today.* Appropriately, C. was laughing the entire time her big sister was puking up her dinner. I say appropriately, because the last time C. was sick, M. laughed. The fact it took M. over three years to throw up something other than formula bodes well for her college years, at least vis-a-vis her old man’s experience.

  • For my non-parenting friends, I make a distinction between puking up your food and babies spitting up. Babies can’t help it; it’s what they do. And once you get used to it, spit up really isn’t that bad, unless they soil your clothes five minutes before you’re leaving for work or dinner. Food-based puke, though, is disgusting no matter how cute the kid is who is doing the up-chucking.