Gracie has a special talent. We noticed this very early on and it is really weird. Gracie is a gager. The thing she gags at most is poop. Seriously, she has gagged at her own diapers! She gags if someone makes the bathroom stink. She gags when she sees Ian's poop. She gags if the cats do something stinky. You get the idea, she's a total gager. I have never ever known such a young kid to have such a natural gag reflex. It's especially horrible because she doesn't have the ability to have mind over matter control.
So, now that you have some background I hope you are able to fully appreciate the following story.
Wednesday night we headed upstairs for baths and bed. While on the way upstairs I notice a cat turd on the stair. Nice. So I say something to James who is behind me and he says, "Oh shoot, there's another one" and bam, Gracie steps in it. So I start saying, "pick her up, pick her up....." so she doesn't walk around with poo on her foot and spread it around the house. He was already holding Ian, so he grabs her up too, and I take her from him. And I know this isn't going to be good, she's already turning green.
So I run up the stairs and into her bathroom and I'm saying all kinds of weird things to get her mind off of it. I'm like "Gracie, you like puppies, right? And bunnies. Aren't bunnies cute. They are so fun. Wouldn't you like to have a bunny?" But she's not paying a bit of attention. I threw her on the sink and I was furiously scrubbing the poop off her foot and talking and trying to get her to not look. Then she's all clean and I breathe a sigh of relief and let her down on the ground. Tragedy averted......so I think.
Gracie, like a fly to honey, makes a beeline for the stairs and catches a glimpse and a whiff of the poop. And she starts gagging. I rush her away and down the hall towards my room and start my crazy talk again. Puppies, bunnies, music... whatever I can babble about to take her mind off of it. And she just keeps gagging.
And then she pukes. All over herself, me, and my bedroom floor. And of course when you are sensitive to these things like she is puking begets more puking. I grab her up and rush her into our bathroom now and I am rinsing her off and making sure the water isn't too hot and trying once again to get her mind off of it. And now I am trying to not gag because poop doesn't bother me one bit, but puke.....I am not a fan. James comes in to help and we are both laughing and I'm gagging and Gracie is puking in my sink. It was truly a sight to behold. It was so crazy and gross it was funny. At least to James and I it was funny.
Then just as quickly as it started it was over. Gracie stopped puking, James took her to her bath and I cleaned up my bathroom sink and put Ian down to bed. I was really worried that Gracie was puking because she was actually sick, but she didn't do it again so no worries there.
I pity Gracie's future husband and children. Because if she doesn't get a hold of this gag reflex raising kids is going to be awfully hard on her family!
And for us, well, just another day in paradise!!