Fort Brady
All wasn't peachy for Brady last night. Things started off just like any other night of the week. I propped him up in his highchair and fed him his dinner. He's still on his yogurt kick so I selected the peach variety. He shoveled it in. He must have been hungry. And then "it" started. Brady took a trip to barf city.... 3 times. Maybe this was a continuation of his "character study" and he was channeling the exorcist? I'm not sure, but we did not like it. Bill was inches away from receiving a peachy, puke bomb! Yikes. It was a scene. Jeff and I surprisingly did not rush Brady to the ER despite convincing ourselves this was the end and Brady most definitely had H1N1. After all had calmed down and Brady's stomach had settled he chuckled and smiled. A refreshing site after the whole ordeal.
The conclusion? We think Brady has a STRONG aversion to peaches. He has had peaches once before and he took a less traumatic visit to puke city. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I'm connecting the dots. So moral to the story... no peaches for Brady until he's old enough to clean up the mess.
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