It’s camouflaged by the blue of the plastic, but in that sippy cup – blue Gatorade. Doctor’s orders. Ok, so it wasn’t specifically included in the orders that the Gatorade had to be *blue,* but we made a little visit to the pediatrician yesterday evening to talk about how Whuff now spits-up like it’s his JOB and the prescription was “Extra fluids, try some watered down Gatorade.” I figured blue spit-up would have maximum entertainment value.
(No, actually, I just happen to have blue Gatorade at home just in case I should ever have ten free minutes to go to the Y and swim.)
(PS: He seems to be feeling a bit better today, though we’re taking the day off from solids and sticking to boob and sippy cup just in case.)