My kids are good at many things (of course I think so; I am their mom), but one thing they are really good at is puking in the car. They have perfected the talent or the ironic capability to time this puking so that it occurs only in one of three situations: on the way to work (or church) when we are running late, on the way to a function requiring dress clothes, and on the way home in 5:00 traffic. Today, it was the latter. Bonus points to Keeton who also successfully covered his new wool peacoat in the remains of his lunch. Ella loses points for waiting until we walked in the house and then covering her new velvet coat in the same, said lunch.
And what is with the car seat companies who make these seats where the straps and buckles don't come out?! I'm freakin sitting on the floor in the garage in my work clothes in 20 degree weather attempting to pry the screws (8 of them, to be exact) out of the back of the pentagon secured back cover of this seat and then finally, after I've removed them, I remember from the last puking in the car incident--oh yeah...straps don't come out...crap, that will be about another month before I can drive without the sun roof open...
Oh-did I mention Jeff is working late tonight? So, I get all the coats (washable, thank God), the clothes, the car seat cover all in the wash and Ella has stopped crying and then both kids tell me they are starving. Yeah--I am NOT...wonder why. Do we have any bread, saltines, Cheerios or Sprite...nope, of course not. Pancakes it is...at least I figure if they come up I can handle that better than other options (mac and cheese, hotdogs).
I get dinner started and Keeton is crawling all over the brand new sofa in the family room. I know I am mean, but I haven't had nice, new furniture (that doesn't come in a box) in Keeton and Ella's combined years, so I get a bit possessive and we set up camp on the floor with sleeping bags and prepare for a long night...
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