This morning at 5:30, Martin came into our room.  At our house, that's not very unusual.  What was unusual, was the tiny "mommma" that I heard come out of his mouth, which was immediately followed by vomit.  I jumped out of bed, grabbed a towel, ushered him into the bathroom, sanitized the toilet and parked him nearby.  Then followed it up with a five minute discussion about how to be NEAR the toilet without actually TOUCHING it. 

So I guess on the last day of 2006 we're going to keep watching movies and pushing bananas, applesauce, rice and toast.  

Also, I didn't realize until two days ago that most people refer to this diet as the BRAT diet and not the BART diet like I thought it was.  I don't count myself as ignorant on this one, only following the rules established in my childhood.  We weren't allowed to use the word "brat" but could substitute it with "bart".  As in "you're acting like kind of a bart today".  This is much like showing someone your ring finger instead of the middle one (also an acceptable substitute in the Mitchell household).  Until I was in junior high, I thought the "s-word" was "shut up", which was NOT acceptable at our house.  It was in junior high that the meaning of "shut up" changed and was used as a substitute for "no way" as in "shut up!"  And only in that context was it acceptable.  Plus I learned that there was another s-word which was way, way worse than the one that wasn't allowed at our house.  Of course, that one wasn't allowed either.

On the table tonight (other than bananas, applesauce, rice and toast): Homemade potato gnocchi with Bolognese sauce, panzanella, crostone with fresh mozzarella and pesto.