Fruit Snacks Revisited

Just when you think you have everything under control, you've packed everything and planned for every contingency ... that's when it happens!

I already mentioned that we drove to Wyoming over the weekend, but I didn't tell you about our "adventure" on the way there.

One thing I like about traveling is that the car usually lulls the boys to sleep. So during our travels Honey Daddy and I usually get some "alone" time. This particular day were having a good drive. Eli fell asleep and Jonah was having a good time "pretending" that he was asleep. He was even making snoring noises for our benefit (in between giggling fits). Check out this face.

You're not alseep, you faker!

Then we stopped at my sister's house for a potty break before starting the second half of our trip. I was surprised when little Eli did not instantly fall asleep again in the car. I could tell he was SO tired. As we drove through a canyon and out the other side he started whimpering. I should have known something was up. Instead I told him, "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, buddy".

Then I heard it... the sound that is every parent's nightmare, especially in the car... the squishy sound of a burp that is more than a little juicy.

"STOP THE CAR!" I told Honey Daddy, just as Eli started to throw up.

I had forgotten that a one year old can't exactly say, "Mommy, Daddy, I don't feel so good!"

Luckily the vomit was mostly contained to Eli, his clothes and the carseat. Unfortunately it was the nasty, milky-smelling, chunky kind that makes you gag when you breathe (or look at it).

I stripped Eli and put his clothes in a plastic grocery sack I had handy, while Honey Daddy dealt with the seat. Fortunately we had stopped in front of a lumber business, and they had a bathroom and lots of paper towels.

I got Eli's face, arms and legs all cleaned up and returned to the car. Honey Daddy got the car seat as clean and dry as he could get it, and I was impressed that he had done so well with it (even when he told me later that he gagged a couple of times).

It was then I realized that all Eli's spare clothes were packed in the trunk... the trunk that had a bike rack and two bikes strapped to it. So there was no way we were going to get to his spare clothes, but I didn't want to just strap him to his soggy car seat in just his diaper.

Luckily Honey Daddy had thrown an extra t-shirt in the back seat last-minute, so Eli got to wear it the rest of the way.

My poor little toga-boy.

He fell asleep nearly instantly and slept until we got to Grandma and Grandpa's house. He was fine the rest of the weekend, so apparently it was just a bout of carsickness.

I learned some very important lessons from this experience:

1) pack a set of spare clothes in the diaper bag (not in the trunk!)
2) don't assume your kid won't get carsick because he hasn't before
3) pay attention to the cues that your child is giving you!
4) it takes fruit snacks a very long time to digest (yuck!)

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