|Maya got picked up from our house for the first time ever today by a friend driving a car.|
|TSA is one of the 56 people I follow on Instagram. I don't even know why I want to know information like this because it stresses me out so bad.|
|Ladies, I am testing this stuff out for the team. Stand by.|
|Prepping for the sun this season.|
|I will say, I pride myself on my ability to clean a car seat. It's one of my finest qualities. Look at how little Harley is on the left of this picture.|
|I needed to see this trainer in Dedham today who practices right near Nobles. Since I was going to Maya's game at 5, he said I could just come by before. So, Ben and I loaded up the little kids and headed over. On the way, Bode threw up all over himself in the back seat. But, we were almost there and I really needed to see this guy, so Ben sat with the kids in the car while I went in the get checked out. When I got back in the car, we decided we couldn't clean him up enough to go to Maya's game, so we surrendered and headed home. On the way, though, we drove by Nobles and could see all the kids playing on the fields. I almost cried because I wanted to see her game so badly, so Ben and I decided I could just drop him and the kids off at home in Natick, and drive all the way back to Nobles. That, literally, made my day. It would've eaten me alive if I didn't get there. Anyways, while I was watching her game, I wanted to show Liza how well our camera works. When I pulled it up, Ben shows up on the screen...picking his nose. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Thank God he didn't eat it, but he was definitely picking. He refuses to believe me, of course. Claims he never picks his nose. But, Liza and I know what we saw.|
|I, then, went to show Alex the camera and this is what comes up: Bode still watching TV, Baby Harley eating the bottom of Bode's sneaker, and Ben's asleep on the couch. Killin' it, babe. Totally killin' it.|
|The two books I read Bode for bedtime tonight. Ironic that I just got this barf book from the library yesterday for him. Or, maybe not so ironic? Maybe that made him sick.|
So, to be polite, she woke up a half hour early to make sure she wasn't late.
What I didn't see coming was the emotional roller coaster I would ride watching her get picked up by a friend driving a car for the first time ever. I felt like she aged 5 years just walking out the front door and walking to the passenger side of the vehicle. I could tell she felt awkward because of the way I was staring down her friend who, of course, never even looked in my direction once.
Of course, the second they drove away I started texting her.
Moving on: I cannot even explain to you how much poop and vomit I've dealt with today, nor do I think you have any interest in hearing. Allow me to just say that cleaning puke out of car seats (plural) is my least favorite place to clean puke out of.
What I will say is funny about kids puking is how they have zero idea that it's about to happen. Until you realize you have to clean it up, it's actually sort of hysterical. They, literally, just open their mouths and it comes out like a geyser. Seriously. They just keep their mouth wide open and let it go whichever direction their head turns. There is zero hesitation, attempt to stop it from happening, and even if they have a bucket in their laps, they somehow find a way to avoid it.
What's also pretty awesome about kids when they puke is how quickly they bounce back. It's as if nothing ever happened, like they didn't just projectile vomit all over the inside of my OCD-level clean car. "Mama, we go to...(VOMIT EVERYWHERE)...Maya's game?" It, literally, happens mid-sentence, and then it's completely forgotten about. Even if they're smothered in it, sitting in a pool of all of that filth. They are unfazed.
How awesome is that? Think about the sort of drama that's associated with adult-aged vomit? We are floored for hours...sometimes days. And, all of the grunting. We're so bad at it. Even considering how clean we usually keep it. We still, somehow, feel and act like our world is coming to an end.
So, here's to Bode and his ability to barf...like a boss...anywhere...like, my car...and, Bushey's car.
P.S. It snowed today. It's the end of April. And, it was in the 70's last week. That's all.