My Birthday Trifecta

Today is my birthday! Yippee!  33 years old…I’m happy with my life.  I don’t wish to be any other age.  Not 21, in college or 24, a new grad or 27, and still single….I’ll take 33.  A happy Wife and Mommy and established in my career.  It is a happy birthday!
To celebrate my birthday my in-laws, Ray and Ruth, wanted to take us out to dinner…my choice.  I love the Cheesecake Factory.  Since scheduling is always an issue we ended up going out last Sunday night.   All was going well, we were seated fairly quick and they brought Liam a ”baby plate” that had bread and bananas.  We chatted while Liam busily ate his bread (which I still tear into tiny bites) and bananas and drank his apple juice.  I guess he swallowed wrong or got a tickle in his throat because he started coughing.  Now, Liam had reflux as a baby and has always been an…how should I say it….an easy barfer.  I saw the signs…barf was eminent.  He happened to be wearing a bibster and had a napkin across his lap (one of his new favorite things to do at meal time).  I quickly leaned over, trying to get him to stop coughing long enough to get a drink.  But, it was not to be.  There in the middle of Cheesecake Factory my sweet son emptied his stomach into his lap.  Gross!  I managed to catch most of it in the bib and 3 linen napkins.  Poor Frank had to take the napkin bundle out to the trash.  Ok, so count with me now.  Birthday dinner bodily fluid number 1. 
Thankfully the rest of the meal went well.  We ate, chatted and had a good time.  As we got ready to go I took Liam out of the highchair and sure enough….bodily fluid (or function, in this case) number 2.  Really?!  Sure enough, poopy diaper.  Sorry to those with sensitive stomachs!  Being so close to my in-laws house we decided to make a break for it and change him there.  So off we go with the the barf coated poop monster.
We make it to Grandma and Grandpa's, strip Liam down and lay him on the couch to change his messy diaper.  Luckily we put a towel down.  I guess as I was changing him, the cold air got to him and…..pssst.  Yep, he whizzed all over.  On himself, the towel and the couch!  Again, really!?!  Ok, to keep count,  bodily fluid number 3.
By this point, all I could do was laugh.  We had hit all bodily fluids that can come from one small boy in the same night.  And so, to Cheesecake Factory and other guest, we are sorry.  You not only had to witness (and I’ll admit) smell, my son during our eventful dinner but you lost 3 linen napkins to the dumpster out back.  To Ray and Ruth, thanks for dinner and sorry about the couch.  To Frank, sorry I made you carry the bundle of barf through the restaurant.  And to all of you, sorry to write a post that involve bodily fluids!  It was just too funny not to share. 
Happy Birthday to me!