Gumby is not digestible

Thanks to the generosity of Bryn, Scout, and Anya, Ellen has been assuaging her teething pain with the help of a little rubbery toy Gumby. She learned quickly how delightful it is to gnaw on Gumby.

Yesterday Addie learned that too. Half of Gumby's right leg was missing when I found him in the toy pile in the office. Later that day, a small portion of Gumby's severed limb was found in the yard. Last night at 3 a.m., the rest made its reappearance.

We awakened to the sound of Addie gearing up to get rid of the last of Gumby. Maybe it's because of the night nursings when Ellen was new, but I seem to be slightly more coherent than Dave for these middle-of-the-nighters. If we are awakened by Addie (or whatever), Dave is with it enough to physically function, but still woozy enough to say and do hilarious things. And I am with it enough to watch the entire scene unfold, remember it the next day, and write about it in my blog. This is one of my favorite parts about sharing a bed with Dave.

Well, last night as Addie was making her heaving sounds, Dave and I both jumped into gear to get a towel or old shirt or something to put under her face so we wouldn't have to clean the carpet. Dave was middle-of-the-night frantic, but we were too late. When we heard the culmination of the retching, Dave had one of his moments. He literally FLOPPED face down on the bed in what looked like UTTER DESPAIR, sighing loudly "NOOOOOOO." In two seconds, he was sound asleep again. I don't think I've ever seen a better display of pure "gray stage" (most of you reading this know what I mean by that!). If you could have seen it, you'd be laughing too.

By the way, I ended up cleaning the carpet.