Not content with kiddies books...her new favourite is an encyclopedia on animals!
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It was like a scene straight form the The Exorcist movie.
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Tuesday night, Ingrid had gone to the gym and Sophie had been asleep for around 40 minutes. I was relaxing with a cheeky glass of red (ok, a bottle of wine) and watching the TV show Target. Tonight’s episode was deciding NZ’s best brand of bacon. I remember the episode so vividly because I thought it was really strange why they would use such bizzare sound effects every time a different rating came up on the telly….and that’s when the crying started in Sophie’s room.
Tuesday night, Ingrid had gone to the gym and Sophie had been asleep for around 40 minutes. I was relaxing with a cheeky glass of red (ok, a bottle of wine) and watching the TV show Target. Tonight’s episode was deciding NZ’s best brand of bacon. I remember the episode so vividly because I thought it was really strange why they would use such bizzare sound effects every time a different rating came up on the telly….and that’s when the crying started in Sophie’s room.
I waited a few minutes as Sophie tends to wake and grizzle during the night every now and then, it normally lasts a few minutes and then she settles off back to sleep, but tonight was different. The crying became louder and didn’t sound anything like the typical evening grizzle. I shot upstairs and quietly opened the door...and then wish I hadn’t.
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Sophie was standing in her cot looking absolutely terrified! It took me a few seconds to fully digest the scene…Sophie was literally plastered from head to toe, in what could only be described as the entire contents of her dinner that night. Large strands of spaghetti pasta were protruding from out her nose, chunks of carrots and peas were smothered through her hair, and her bed was sprayed with everything else she’d eaten that day.
My first thought was, “Holy Shit - how can something so small produce something so much! (I won’t begin to go into what it smelt like in her room) So after rushing her downstairs to clean her up and change her clothes, I suddenly dawned on me, the bizzare sound effects I thought I heard on the Target programme, were actually the sounds of my terrified little daughter vomiting upstairs in her room...
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After cleaning and changing her, and trying to calm Sophie down, I took her back up to her room and started phase 2: The Clean Up:
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Sophie was standing in her cot looking absolutely terrified! It took me a few seconds to fully digest the scene…Sophie was literally plastered from head to toe, in what could only be described as the entire contents of her dinner that night. Large strands of spaghetti pasta were protruding from out her nose, chunks of carrots and peas were smothered through her hair, and her bed was sprayed with everything else she’d eaten that day.
My first thought was, “Holy Shit - how can something so small produce something so much! (I won’t begin to go into what it smelt like in her room) So after rushing her downstairs to clean her up and change her clothes, I suddenly dawned on me, the bizzare sound effects I thought I heard on the Target programme, were actually the sounds of my terrified little daughter vomiting upstairs in her room...
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After cleaning and changing her, and trying to calm Sophie down, I took her back up to her room and started phase 2: The Clean Up:
I popped her on the floor with a book, then ripped the sheets of the bed and started cleaning up the rest of the cot…and that’s when I heard the strange sounds effects again, I turned to Sophie who was sitting almost politely on the floor and then watched in horror as she showed me what else she ate that day…breakfast, lunch and dinner…all in one!
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I swooped her in one arm and ran downstairs again into the bathroom and started washing and putting another new set of clothes on her. I was trying to comfort her, while telling her everything was alright, I could see she was pretty freaked out by the whole thing.
Anyhow, long story short – Ingrid arrived home as I was trying desperately to mop up, clean, and settle down Sophie (while not vomiting myself!)
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The poor thing continued to throw up two more times within the space of an hour – the third time resulted in me being covered from head to toe!...the entire evening felt like a scene from The Exorcist.
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The good news was, the following day she was back to her bubbly energetic little self - obviously a reaction to something dodgy she ate or passing viral thing.
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I swooped her in one arm and ran downstairs again into the bathroom and started washing and putting another new set of clothes on her. I was trying to comfort her, while telling her everything was alright, I could see she was pretty freaked out by the whole thing.
Anyhow, long story short – Ingrid arrived home as I was trying desperately to mop up, clean, and settle down Sophie (while not vomiting myself!)
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The poor thing continued to throw up two more times within the space of an hour – the third time resulted in me being covered from head to toe!...the entire evening felt like a scene from The Exorcist.
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The good news was, the following day she was back to her bubbly energetic little self - obviously a reaction to something dodgy she ate or passing viral thing.
Sophie's cute new routine after a bath...lots of cuddles before getting dressed-
A flashback - Sophie recalls the terrible Exorcist night-
Cute shot of her brushing her teeth
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Chillin' out at the Rock The Park music festival last weekend 
Sophie and her favourite new friend "Aunty Nitti!"
Cute shot of her brushing her teeth-
Chillin' out at the Rock The Park music festival last weekend -
Sophie and her favourite new friend "Aunty Nitti!" -
Brad
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