Yup. It’s exactly like it sounds and just as gross. This morning after her morning nap (of which she is now a regular partaker- woooohoooo!), Gianna decided to sample a tasty treat she found under Grandma’s chair.
I had turned away for a moment to put something away on the table, and when I turned back it was to find my daughter with something in her mouth. Now this is not an uncommon occurence these days, and usually it’s something innocuous like a piece of fuzz or a leaf. Once, I discovered her stretched out on the kitchen floor licking up some chocolate ice cream that her dad had dropped the night before. This child does not have standards. If it’s on the floor and in reach, she will consume it happily. She even recognizes the phrase, “what’s in your mouth?” and it generally elicits a cackle of glee as she immediately scampers off in the opposite direction with the contraband in her mouth.
But today, today we hit a new low. Today it was cat vomit. How she found it, I’m not even sure. It clearly escaped my fantastic cleaning skills as it was quite dried up and cakey, but there it was, unmistakably cat vomit, and she was shoveling it into her mouth as if it were five-star cuisine.
It’s not even a tiny bit of an exaggeration to say that I almost threw up all over my child as I tried to ply it out of her hands and mouth. Which was no easy task by the way, as Gianna was protesting wildly and clamping her mouth and hands shut with all of her tiny baby strength.
Oh the joys of motherhood.