Wednesday, December 28, 2011

2Y41D: Car Sick

We love to visit the Granparents.  Now that we are in CT, travel time is only 2.5 hours instead of the 5 hours it took from NY.

OK, it's supposed to take 2.5 hours.

Unless of course there is after Christmas traffic.

And McDonald's.

And a viewing of that Dora The Explorer video he recently purchased.

Each in itself would have been fine.  But mixed together:

The stopping and starting of the traffic
The full belly of greasy, high fat, fries and chicken nuggets (no judging please)
Watching a video
...Car Sick

Oh yes, half way through the video big D says "All Done," which is his way of saying "thanks I've had enough now" to just about anything he is doing/eating.  Odd since he really wanted to play/watch.

Did I mention that we were 45 minutes from Boston?  Too far to turn back and too close to stop anywhere for the night?

He coughs a bit, and has a small spit-up. Odd for him.

I take off my seatbelt to help him clean up  when he erupts.

Wave after wave after wave. 

We're talking french fry projectiles a hurricane would have been proud of.

It took everything in my power not to engage my empathetic puke response.  I was quite proud of myself.

I had that boy unlatched and leaning forward in a split second.

Relativly quickly  Brian finds a safe place to pull over ( which happened to be the on-ramp to another highway) and pulls off the road, then off into the grass.

There is no way that much...stuff, could possible have been inside that boy. 

Thankfully we had a load of dirty laundry in the back ( we were going to the grandparents after all)  so we had towels handy.  Dirty, soaked clothes were strewn all over the side of the road mingled together with baby wipes, towels, car seat parts, and a diaper.

The two of us had big D naked warpped in a blanket rocking him to calm down while both his seat and the back of the drivers seat were being wiped down.  It was...gross.

Honestly, I was surprised noone stopped to see if we were OK.  We were of course, but I suppose the says of helping thy neighbor only count if you wern't in a rush to go somewhere slowly.


With most of the major damage taken care of we loaded him back up, and cracked the windows.

You know the first thing he reached for when he sat back down? 

The remainder of his half eaten (pre-eaten) chicken nugget that was sitting on his make shift table next to the seat.

Go figure.

PS there are no pictures of this incident for obvious reasons.

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