Again With The Barf

Back in September I posted on our Pea In The Pod blog about Carly projectile vomiting on me. (You can go here to refresh your memory.)

This morning we woke Carly up at 7ish like we've been doing for the last week. I brought her in her room to get her changed in to this super cute outfit I picked out for her the night before. (Have I told you how much fun it is to dress a little girl? FUN) As soon as I propped her up to fasten the snaps on her shirt she projectile yakked all over me. Projectile. LOTS. Instead of getting me in the face this time she got me in the neck and all over the front of my shirt -- and a little on her shirt (which really hurt my feelings!). This time Eric got to witness it so I didn't feel crazy. Afterwards she busted out with this HUGE smile which melted Eric. Not me. I was too grossed out to move.

Last time she did this Elaine and I figured it might have been the peperoni pizza I ate the night before. I SWORE I wasn't going to eat pepperoni pizza ever again. But then yesterday I had a craving and gave in. After I took my first bite of the delicious pie I thought -- I wonder if it really was the pepperoni pizza last time? Then I thought - Nah! What are the chances that the kid doesn't like pepperoni pizza?! I mean, that's insane not to mention genetically impossible since Eric and I both love pepperoni pizza.

Turns out the kid just DOES NOT LIKE pepperoni pizza!