UGH! I just had the morning from Tater.
The Milk Drinker was really wiggly and needy last night. He kept waking up and asking for Milkies (about 3-4 times during the night) even though He's been night weaned for about 5 months. He seemed ok this morning except for not wanting to eat much (in retrospect, I'm glad he didn't). So while DH, FIL, the Milk Drinker and I were on our way to church, the Milk Drinker projectile vomited ALL OVER. So we turned around and had to clean up the car (he got puke in one floor vents for the back seat) and his car seat which has more nooks and crannies that the Grand Canyon.
Oh man I am so sorry.
That’s so gross and hard to clean too.
We had that happen on the highway one time when a kid didn’t give us hardly any advance notice and DH was screaming DON’T! Over and over again while he was trying to merge right over six lanes of 80 mph traffic.
We’d opened all the windows to “give him fresh air”.
We were in a rental car, the kind where the back windows only go a little ways down.
When he puked , it was AT the window, instead of OUT THE WINDOW and the vortex from the open windows spun it in the air in a circular pattern and slapped every single one of us with it.
Oh dear GOD!
Got over to the emergency lane after it was all over.
I was stripping kids to their underpants by the roadside.
Around this time, a Florida highway patrol officer pulled up behind us.
My husband was leaning on the back bumper burping and gagging and he put his hand out in a STOP gesture.
“Unless you have a strong stomach sir, I wouldn’t come any closer.” burp gag wretch spit “one of the kids puked in the far lane and got it on everyone”.
The officer stopped in his tracks, gestured to the pile of clothes and baby wipes.
“Ma’am please clean up your trash when you’re done. Have a nice day.”
He got in his car and drove away.
We could’ve been bad guys with a bazillion dollars worth of drugs in that car, but the sickening scent of regurgitated strawberries and airhead candies kept him away.
Oh dang I miss those good times.