carrots, anyone?

i forgot to include this incident in my posts about annie's wedding because we have no corresponding photos. this is very unfortunate because it was hilarious. imagine this:

we arrive at the hotel and sullivan is cranky because we had to stop an hour earlier so i could nurse him and then we had to put him back in his carseat. all he wants to do is crawl around the hotel room. we let him do this a little, but we are on a bit of a time crunch to get settled, see people and get ready for the party that evening, so we decide to feed sullivan lunch. we realize we have a bit of a problem. how do we do this exactly, with no high chair? we decide that ryan will hold sullivan on his lap and i will feed him. we get a bib on him and i make a mixture of oatmeal and carrots. CARROTS. i don't know what i was thinking when i packed carrots. the bright orange food that manages to stain everything it touches, including the bib and rubber spoon. as soon as i start feeding him i realize what a mistake this is. sullivan has no interest in sitting still, but he his hungry, so he looks at me, opens his mouth and i have a nanosecond to get a spoonful of carrots in there before he starts twisting and squirming. he grabs the spoon a few times, spilling carrots onto ryan's pants, my pants and the floor. okay, whatever, they are jeans, it won't be that noticeable and the floor isn't our floor.

he's actually eating a lot and i'm amazed at our success condsidering the circumstances. i shovel another spoonful in and wait for him to swallow. he's all over the place, twisting around on ryan's lap, looking at his new environment. he tilts his head all the way back to look at the ceiling.

and then he sneezes.

carrot mush shoots out of his mouth like he is an erupting volcano and i reflexively close my eyes as it hits me. i open my eyes, and i can feel and see mush in my eyelashes. i look at ryan across from me. he is wide-eyed and speckled in carrot. it is in his hair, his eyebrows, all over his shirt. he says, 'there is carrot up my nose.' we are both laughing, and sullivan, who looks like he has been spray painted, is laughing too. it is funny yet also really gross; i can feel the spit and mucous that came out with that sneeze on my face. everyone gets a complete outfit change and i rinse out the most tainted clothing in the sink.

i'd like to think that will be the last time that happens, but i know better. :)