Tuesday, February 26, 2008

a birthday party and then some

so, we spent last week in jackson hanging out and partying. chase was off, so we left on wednesday in order to have a few days to play before my niece, sara beth, had her 2nd birthday shindig on saturday. we had time to...

play in the flowers at honey and g's house....

play with cousins and friends...


see the trains at the ag museum.....(william loved this place. every corner he turned, there was a tractor or an airplane or a catfish tank. he would have stayed in there all day, and we had to trick him in order to leave. don't shake your head...you know you'd do the same thing.)

and party like a 2 year old at sara beth's "tea for 2" tea party!

now in your best paul harvey voice, say, "now it's time for the rest of the story." we decided to leave town right after the party because it would be naptime for both little people, and we just assumed that they would sleep a deep my-tummy-is-full-of-cake-and-ice-cream sleep most of the way home (which would make for silence in the vehicle allowing for the big people to listen to the state basketball game). yeah....you know what they say about assuming. yes ma'am, we were wrong!

after about 30 mintues of sleep, william woke up crying and whining, "i hurt, i hurt." not making much of the situation, i handed him a cup and said, "here. here's some gatorade." gatorade is supposed to cure everything for a 2 year old, right? uhhhh...not this time.

he continued to cry, and we cranked up the volume a little louder because trying to listen to jack with crying going on is a little tough. anyway, just before we got to louisville, william proceeds to puke all over himself, the car seat, the car, and you know, anything within a 10 foot radius. it was oh, so lovely. this was the first time that he had ever thrown up, so it scared him half to death. he was by this point screaming and flailing his arms, "CLEAN IT OFF!" so, we pulled into mickey d's, and proceeded to do just that. he got naked in their parking lot....not kidding....and we got stares from all the people in the drive thru. we used up all the wipes i had in the car in about 4 seconds, so chase went in and got a mile high stack of paper napkins that we used to clean the car seat as best we could. at this point, poor william is asleep in the front seat. wes is screaming (supposed to be sleeping) probably because the vomit smell has woken him from his dreamy state. so anyway, after 30 minutes of cleaning the best you can clean with a paper napkin, we were on the road again with 2 sleeping kids and jack giving the play by play. sounds good, right?? guess again.

it was 40 degrees outside. therefore, there was no rolling down of the windows. the stench. oh my goodness, the stench. i don't know how the little people slept through it, but chase and i passed his coffee (since we left puke all over their parking lot, we felt as though we should buy something at mcdonald's) back and forth just so we could sniff that heavenly aroma. finally, we made it home, broke the car seat down into approximately 800 parts and scrubbed and cloroxed every one, hung redneck air freshener all over the car, let the car spend the night with the windows down, and went to bed (but not before state clinched an overtime win over south carolina....you go, ben hansbrough).

sunday morning we were all good to go. even the car. so, bring on the next road trip. (of course, from now on the glove compartment will be chock full of wipes and phenergan. and maybe an extra fresh smelling pine tree to hang from the rear view mirror if needed!)

6 comments:

Marty Cooper said...

Poor everyone who had to endure the puke stench!!!!

Heather said...

So sorry for the puke, but the story is quite comical. Tell William that Ben just had his first puke back in December. Welcome to the club, William!

Lance and DK said...

well, you have earned your first star in your motherhood crown by surviving the diaper thing and the throw up thing. welcome to the life of being a mother. you need to send this narative to baby blues. love ya, mama, aka, kakki

Anonymous said...

oh my Laura...what a ride home...maybe he will be like Mont and tell everyone that if he eats too much cake that it will make his stomach hurt...poor little guy...Candace

Rachael said...

Looks like I have something wonderful to look forward to in the near future!!!

Amber said...

oh laura! i cannot imagine! i would have been puking right along with him- poor little guy!