too much to eat

So tonight we had family pizza night, which is when I make homemade pizza dough and we all make our own personal pizzas. Hannah uses cookie cutters for hers, so they're always in different shapes - tonight she had a snowman, a hand, and a foot, and of course a tiny little circle pizza for Tinkerbell (her imaginary companion).

We made our pizzas and piled them high with our favorite toppings, and we baked them, and we sat and ate. Hannah gleefully ate her "foot" pizza, and since she hadn't eaten any dinner before that, Warren wanted her to eat the snowman before she could get down from the table. She said she was full, and that she didn't feel good, but these are her common excuses for not wanting to eat her dinner so we ignored it and kept urging her to take bites until she was done. Finally she finished the snowman pizza and cleared the table, which is her job.

So after all of that, Hannah walked into the family room where I was sitting on the couch, sat on my lap facing me, and prompty threw up right down the front of my shirt. And then she did it again. And then I took her into the kitchen and sat her on a chair while I tried to clean up a bit, and she projectile vomitted all over the kitchen - 3 more times.

I was covered - and I do mean covered - in puke, as was the rug in the family room and pretty much the whole kitchen floor. And I looked at Warren and I just had to start laughing, because really, there's just not a good place to start when the mess is so huge. We made light of it and eventually Hannah was laughing, too.

I gave Hannah a bath and threw her clothes and mine into the washer...Warren was in the basement when I went down to wash the clothes, and he said that it was just God's sense of humor for Hannah to do that. He had told her, "Eat that snowman pizza", and sure enough, she did. Just so happens she had already had enough to eat this time! :)