Anyway, as game time approached, Mommy and Emma prepared by festively donning some gay apparel (yes, double entendre intended) and settling in a comfy chair with a Terrible Towel.
Mommy tells Emma about the greatness of the Stillers, their storied history, five Super Bowl victories, and a quarterback who has two nasty habits: Holding on to the ball too long and diving head-first into Buick windshields. She also reviewed the lessons Daddy has been giving her over the basic rules and strategies of football.
Apparently, the damage was already done and she was so upset she promptly proceeded to produce the ENTIRE contents of her stomach for her and Mommy to wear (and thankfully by this point, Mommy had already taken off the jersey). Unfortunately, Daddy's wish came true and the Steelers' black and gold was defiled by half-digested breast milk. Yuk. Daddy was torn between helping and getting the camera to document the sheer quantity of spit-up saturating her Steelers shirt - which was very impressive. Ultimately his desire to make it all better for his daughter beat out the mild satisfaction of seeing his prophecy fulfilled and grabbed a couple burp cloths.
That basically ended the party. Out came the jammies and it was time for Emma to rest and concentrate on making her tummy feel better. Oh, this was certainly a memorable experience. Just wait until the Steelers play the Bengals. Or maybe Daddy will continue to be merciful and shield her from the Bungles. Her poor little stomach couldn't handle that...

2 comments:
I have tears in my eyes from laughing so much at this story :)
OH, I love it. I LOVE the look on her little face too. What a sweetpea.
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