Last night, Ross, JR, and I were in the car on the way to Ross’s parents house for dinner. After a really rough couple weeks (more on that in a later post, maybe), we were really looking forward to an evening of pizza and chatting with two of our favorite people.
About 15 minutes into the drive, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw (oh horror of horrors) the entirety of JR’s afternoon snack coming out of his face.
A few seconds later, I saw part of his lunch come out of his face.
So, we pulled over, attempted to clean him up (which is hard to do when you have no spare clothes and it’s 30 degrees out), and just decided to bag the whole thing and drive home.
With the car smelling like vomit.
He threw up again when we walked in the door, and once more about 30 minutes later.
Thankfully he’s doing fine now — no incidents overnight and he’s even had some toast and applesauce. And now we’ve experience what it’s like when a toddler throws up. It’s highly unpredictable and very hard to contain.
But what this whole thing really showed me was that biology is really weird because after JR threw up in the car, he looked at me and shouted “MAMA I NEED A WIIIIIIIIIIIIIPE!”
And I instantly thought “How is he so CUTE?”