What's with me and vomit stories?

Oh, did you want to hear the story of our drive to Utah?

OK.

Let's see. The first 3 hours were uneventful. Except for when we realized I had failed to get the oil changed in a million years (please turn a blind eye to that sentence, Mom) and I started anticipating our engine to blow up or something. When we stopped for oil in Lakeview, OR, Rog's overactive gag reflex decided to grace us with its presence. That was barf #1.

By the time we were almost to Elko, NV, it was about 9:30 p.m. and Rog had thrown up yet again. (Is it carsickness?) We still had 4+ hours ahead of us. But we were ready to press on. Surely Rog would be asleep soon and Blaine was mesmerized by Diego. And there it was. Barf #3.

And

it

was

a

doozy.

Heaven help us all. I had tried to reach back to catch the vomit in a bag (remind you of another day in my not so distant past?), but Rog pushed it away, so my hands were covered in vomit. "Stop the car!" I commanded Taylor. We pulled off the freeway and laid Rog down on his already puked-on blanket to clean him up. Poor little guy. He and his car seat and part of our backseat were covered. There was no way I could put him back in that oozy car seat. Blech. So, dangerous though it was, I put the poor little limp child in my lap and we drove into Elko. Don't worry, the fun didn't stop there. He barfed on me then. AND. The best part? When we'd stopped the car, a bunch of moths and other creatures had found their way through our open doors and onto our dome light. When we got on the road again, our car was filled with bugs! We kept trying to roll down the windows and get them out, but to no avail. Taylor started yelling, "There's moths flying up my shorts! They're everywhere!" Sitting there, holding my little barfboy, all I could do was laugh hysterically. What else could I do?

We gave up on driving the whole way. We stopped in Elko for the much needed respite, food, and washing facilities. After I'd bathed the boys, Taylor arrived from the grocery store, with enough food to feed the nation of Ghana. When I questioned the 3 frozen entrees, 3 frozen burritos, chips, bread, bananas, and applesauce, he looked at me like a little boy and lamented, "I was so hungry!" And then I just rolled over on the hotel bed and laughed until the tears ran down. "Oh, my boys!" I cried, "I'm so glad you're the ones I get to live this craziness with!" Then we put the boys to bed and Taylor spent the next hour cleaning barf out of car seats, clothes, and blankets-- in the bathtub. He is a trooper.

We're here now. And so happy about it.