Meghan King Edmonds Had a Very Traumatic Experience at a West Hollywood Restaurant
The Real Housewives of Orange County alum can probably never set foot in there again.
Trigger warning: If you have a weak stomach, you might as well skip reading this post altogether. (May we ofter you a delicious story about cake instead?)
Now then. Mom of three Meghan King Edmonds has shared a lot about parenting these days, warts and all, using her social media and her blog to connect with like-minded followers. And when it comes to serious parenting realness, Meghan's latest blog post may just take the, er, cake. (That's your reminder that it's not too late to click over to that cake story. Or here's one about cake and a cute baby! Still no? OK, you've been warned...)
In the post — titled "I Wouldn't Believe This If It Didn't Happen to Me" — The Real Housewives of Orange County alum described taking her toddler daughter Aspen along to meet a business partner at a restaurant. The brunch meeting was to take place at Cecconi's in West Hollywood, which mama described as "the most beautiful, non-kid-friendly brunch place you could imagine."
She went on, “'Oh well,' I think, 'We’re doing this.' My partner is sitting at a table in the far corner and we walk over to her. She stands to greet us but Aspen is whining (very unlike her). I tell her to use her manners and say hello, and oh boy, did she..."
Can you guess what's coming here? "Aspen vomits. Full-blown-projectile-entire-contents-of-her-stomach vomit. A lovely shade of deep and stainable pink that will forever induce a wretching [sic] response from me..."
Let's just say it got much worse from there. Many times. Trying to do damage control in the bathroom, Meghan noted that Aspen's "sweet white cardigan is toast. Off to the trash it goes. Her cute white converse are now pink converse. Her dress has to be taken off (which I attempted to spot clean with the white hand towels). Her tights are speckled with 'the evidence.' Her face and hair look like she has dived head-first into a mud puddle, except not a mud puddle at all but a pink vomit bathtub..."
Want to know the rest of the gory details? (And there are a lot.) Head on over to Meghan's blog — and brace yourself.
Not only does Meghan seem unlikely to ever return to Cecconi's, but so too does anyone with the misfortune to have witnessed the, ahem, events of that day first hand.
And that is some mom realness.