It's Sunday night, February 6th. Brenley's birthday is coming to a close. Brian and I have the kids in jammies. They are back in their room's watching TV. We are settled in and watching a great Super Bowl game, and to what did our wandering ears hear? Brenley crying and whimpering. We didn't think much of it as she does that when her DVD skips, but I kept hearing her. No screaming for Mommy. No"HELP!", just soft whimpering and crying. So I ran back there and found her swimming in PUKE! OREO PUKE! Black gooey oreo puke! But allow me to rewind the story a bit. When I ran back there I didn't turn on the light, so all I see is this dark stuff surrounding her body, it's on the bed, in her hair. I immediately think it is blood so I scream blood curdling screams for Brian to get back there and turn on the light, as I have picked her up at this point and am basically frozen, and we quickly realize it wasn't blood - thank goodness - but boy did I get every one's adrenaline pumping last night.
So back to the oreo's.............I let her have some mini oreo's earlier that evening/afternoon, because after all, it was her birthday. Guess I didn't realize how many she ate! Lesson learned and boy did we feel awful. She, however, felt a ton better. She got another bath (it was in her hair and all over her). Her bedspread and sheets got a good scrub down.........and by good scrub down I mean we washed them twice scrubbing the black goo off the comforter by hand. We thought at one point it was a goner, but we got it out with a little more Zout, a soak over night, and a lot more scrubbing.
So anyway, that's how we ended the 3rd birthday........
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