Mary
04-03-2007, 06:30 AM
We got home Sunday night around midnight (cut our stay short--more info later) and have spent the past day doing nothing but cleaning puke. :-(
First, look at the pics--then read the story!
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/BethyPeanut1.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/BethyPeanut2.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/Moms.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/MomsandKids.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/Peanut.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/PeanutAdam.jpg
Okay, so we got on the road a bit later than anticipated Friday afternoon. Aside from getting a late start, things were going well....until B barfed on herself. No biggie, we were only a couple miles from a rest stop. Got her cleaned up and continued along our merry way. Traffic was heavy on I-95 and we were laughing that this would give us more "alone time" (ha!) to talk on the way there. Dh and I don't get to see each other much anymore, so being trapped in an overloaded car for 4 hours (with 2 kids in the back) seems like a romantic getaway. And it was...until B barfed again. This time, she really outdid herself. She covered herself, the carseat, the backseat surrounding her and, just for fun, she somehow also got barf into the toy bag. We were in very heavy traffic and were far away from the next exit. She was screaming and gagging, so we pulled over onto the shoulder and I stood with her frantically trying to clean up what I could while watching semi trucks whiz past us.
I had to pull Bethany out of the car in order to get her undressed/clean the carseat as best I could and as we stood on the side of the road, I kept such a deathgrip on her arm (I was terrified she'd run away from me--her new favorite game) that she had bright red impressions of my fingers through the next day.
We spent the next 3.5 hours in the car breathing in the not-so-pleasant (or romantic) aroma of regurgitated Neocate, tropical flavor (it has lovely topnotes of rotten citrus and a musky undertone of partially digested peanut butter). :sign11:
Got to Dan's cousins' house--they recently downsized and we realized right away that this was going to get interesting. They have a 2 bedroom place (one bedroom is an office) and a twin-size foldout couch in the living room. Don't ask--sleeping was pretty interesting. :evil4:
My kids puked on pretty much everything in sight and we ended up having to do 5 loads of puke laundry during our 2-day stay. Adam is really becoming quite adept at hitting targets across the room and Bethany has come out of puke retirement lately. :sad3:
Thankfully, neither kid decided to let loose while at the zoo...because I totally forgot the diaper bag. :oops: (I did have diapers with me--just not the bag with the 47 changes of clothing). We had a great time with Myrita and Peanut--and I should tell you that Myrita is an expert at all things invertebrate! :-)
More later--Bethany needs a diaper and Adam has covered himself in spitup again...
First, look at the pics--then read the story!
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/BethyPeanut1.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/BethyPeanut2.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/Moms.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/MomsandKids.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/Peanut.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/InfamousMare/PeanutAdam.jpg
Okay, so we got on the road a bit later than anticipated Friday afternoon. Aside from getting a late start, things were going well....until B barfed on herself. No biggie, we were only a couple miles from a rest stop. Got her cleaned up and continued along our merry way. Traffic was heavy on I-95 and we were laughing that this would give us more "alone time" (ha!) to talk on the way there. Dh and I don't get to see each other much anymore, so being trapped in an overloaded car for 4 hours (with 2 kids in the back) seems like a romantic getaway. And it was...until B barfed again. This time, she really outdid herself. She covered herself, the carseat, the backseat surrounding her and, just for fun, she somehow also got barf into the toy bag. We were in very heavy traffic and were far away from the next exit. She was screaming and gagging, so we pulled over onto the shoulder and I stood with her frantically trying to clean up what I could while watching semi trucks whiz past us.
I had to pull Bethany out of the car in order to get her undressed/clean the carseat as best I could and as we stood on the side of the road, I kept such a deathgrip on her arm (I was terrified she'd run away from me--her new favorite game) that she had bright red impressions of my fingers through the next day.
We spent the next 3.5 hours in the car breathing in the not-so-pleasant (or romantic) aroma of regurgitated Neocate, tropical flavor (it has lovely topnotes of rotten citrus and a musky undertone of partially digested peanut butter). :sign11:
Got to Dan's cousins' house--they recently downsized and we realized right away that this was going to get interesting. They have a 2 bedroom place (one bedroom is an office) and a twin-size foldout couch in the living room. Don't ask--sleeping was pretty interesting. :evil4:
My kids puked on pretty much everything in sight and we ended up having to do 5 loads of puke laundry during our 2-day stay. Adam is really becoming quite adept at hitting targets across the room and Bethany has come out of puke retirement lately. :sad3:
Thankfully, neither kid decided to let loose while at the zoo...because I totally forgot the diaper bag. :oops: (I did have diapers with me--just not the bag with the 47 changes of clothing). We had a great time with Myrita and Peanut--and I should tell you that Myrita is an expert at all things invertebrate! :-)
More later--Bethany needs a diaper and Adam has covered himself in spitup again...