I'll Never Eat Doritos Again

Yesterday, Mark and I did the last of the shopping for Trent's new room. We bought some shelves, a bookcase and even a bright red rug at Home Depot. We decided to swing by Port of Subs for dinner because it was right next to Home Depot. When we were ordering, Trent spotted nacho Doritos that he just had to have. So, we bought him a bag, grabbed our sandwiches and were on our way home. 

Once we got home, Trent decided that he didn't want any of his sandwich, so I made him my "go-to" emergency dinner of Top Ramen...when all else fails, that kid will eat an entire bowl of those nasty noodles. It was really late, past his bedtime and he still needed a bath, so I totally gave in. Well, he ate his Doritos and soup and was a happy camper. 

A bit later, I was searching for him because I needed to brush his pearly whites. Low and behold, I found him in the dining room, drinking from a sippy cup that had been missing for over a day. Disgusted and knowing that it was full of curdled chocolate milk, I yelled for him to drop it but he had nearly drained it empty. At that very moment, I had this sneaking suspicion that he was going to get sick but I brushed it off. Anyhow, I brushed his teeth and put him to bed.

Fast forward to 7:20 this morning...his cries echo through the monitor so Mark went to get him from his crib while I stayed in bed because I had a crappy nights sleep. A few minutes later, Mark walks into the room with a quiet Trent who is happy and holding a new cup of chocolate milk. Mark had the most disgusted look on his face as he said, "Trent threw up everywhere and it's all over him. 

I shoot out of bed and run to Trent, who has never thrown up before. I see vomit in his hair and all down the front of him and the worst part is, it was all dry...my poor baby slept in his own fifth and I didn't even hear him get sick. After giving Mark a look that screamed, "Why don't you seem more concerned and why in the world would you give the poor child more chocolate milk?" I told him I was going to start a bath. As soon as I walked into Trent's room, I almost hurled myself. Piles of noodles sat in various places on his crib; it was on the bumper, all of his stuffed animals and blanket. It was like a murder scene except in place of blood, there was noodles and Doritos. 

I quickly started a bath and got Trent in it. When Mark bathed him, I stripped everything from his crib, washed it off in the sink and then threw it in the washing machine. We got Trent all cleaned up and smelling great. We then all sat on the couch together and cuddled. Suddenly, the little man projectile vomits all over Mark's shirt, pants and my feet; it even managed to shoot into Mark's coffee cup and in between the sections of the couch. Poor Trent, however, got the worst of it...he was covered...yet again. And so the whole cleaning up process began anew. 

Needless to say, the smell of Doritos that I keep getting whiffs of, turns my stomach. I think it is safe to say that I do not want to see a bag of those chips in the near future. Thankfully, Trent has been running around all day like he feels just fine so I think that he doesn't have the flu but rather, it was a bad reaction to the old milk (his diapers also indicate a very upset tummy). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that that is the end of it. 

And I just got another whiff...excuse me...