Those things go together, right? We had a showing scheduled last night around 5, so I rushed home a little early, did some last minute straightening and we were all out the door. We hopped in the car with both kiddos and had plans of going to Chick-fil-a for milkshakes and Kohl’s for some new pants for Trevor. Well, let’s just say that Knox had other plans. Not twenty minutes into our outing, we were driving down the road and BLAWAHKKDKDECH. That’s the sound of explosive vomit spewing from Knox’s mouth without warning.
We pulled over, I cupped my hand and started shoveling half-digested chicken and goodness knows what else off of my son, and stripped him down in the parking lot of a pediatrician’s office. Trevor ran inside for some more paper towels, as I assured a wide-eyed Knox that everything was okay. He kept repeating “okay, okay” as he held both hands out to his side, not wanting to touch his vomit-covered self with vomit-covered hands. Poor thing. So, I had to creatively clean the carseat as best I could and and strap Knox back in there and get home in a hurry. Luckily, my phone had already notified me that the lockbox had been opened at 5:12, so I knew we were safe to go back home (yay for technology!).
One day, wouldn’t it be nice for a carseat manufacturer to make a seat that didn’t require an engineering degree to disassemble for cleaning?? I mean, get it together, Britax. Geez.
While a very pale Knox recovered on the couch with a sandwich and some Disney Junior, I decided just to go ahead and bathe Brody in the kitchen sink instead of hauling the sick one upstairs and disrupting his rest. My gosh, that kid is so stinking cute!! He had the best time ever in the sink. He did learn that trying to eat water coming out of the faucet at full speed makes you sputter and choke, but aside from that, he thoroughly enjoyed his time in the kitchen sink!
Because every kid needs an embarrassing naked picture of themselves that their mom can show to their future girlfriends.