Irrational Exuberance

It would appear, I regret, that that we are now in the midst of a full fledged recession ....er.... regression.

You see, in spite of my high praise and professed enjoyment of formula, yesterday evening was not a good for this Little Monster's tummy. It all started after a big late afternoon bottle of our special milk/formula hybrid. A couple hours later as mom and I were sitting down to a meal, I - regrettably - aggressively shared my previously ingested bottle with mom (picture The Exorcist).

Nevertheless, because I was in a decent mood a short time after my sharing episode, dad and I went for a pre-dinner stroll down the street to get a coffee and to just kill some time. As dad sipped his latte and we slowly entered Williams Sonoma, I glanced up at dad and then with quite grace, coated my two shirts, jacket, gloves, and blanket with a layer of food. After looking from my mess back up at dad (who looked something like a deer in headlights), I regurgitated another layer. Although regrettable, I do have to say, I did feel better.

Needless to say, we would appear to be back at stage one....and we'll probably have to wait at least a few days before we get back on the formula train, as it seems to have left the station without us, at least for now.