FYI: Red Jello Stains!

All in all the weekend was a success. We enjoyed my mom. The funeral we attended had an amazing turn out. The potluck was brimming with food and good people. The kids were busy, but well behaved. All in all it was great!



That was until Saturday night when Mr. Roman began to drip from his tiny little nose. He is a pretty healthy and stout baby so I knew we were in for a bit of trouble. Strangely, both times we have gone to my Mom's house he has ended up really sick. He fought a fever and a barky cough through the night, and I knew I couldn't take him to church. I got up, with my empty stomach and began my routine of dry heaving. It was a glorious Sunday morning as we barked and dry heaved in unison......lol.


Den really wanted me to attend meeting with him this time, since last time I had to stay home to tend to Roman. So Levi quickly volunteered to watch him during meeting. I jumped at the chance and got around. It was nice to go to church with just Den and I. The two older boys went too, but they sat with the teens, and don't need Mama to entertain them.



After church I knew we needed to head out of there to get back to Roman. We decided to just get on the road since evening time always makes sickness worse. We said our farewells, and off we went. We stopped and got a quick bite to eat, to which I bought him red jello to chow on. He lapped it up quick enough, and I was pleased that something so light on his tummy had done the job.


As we drove down the road we would hear him cough a bit, and at times it almost sounded like he was going to puke, however when I would glance back at him he looked happy as a lark. Oh my imagination was playing tricks on me, I thought. But then the spewing sound that commenced was NOT to be denied! I hurdled the console between the front seats and desperately began to look for anything he could throw up in. We found an old McDonald's cup. I placed it under the red fountain of liquid that was coming out of his mouth at a fast pace. Before I knew it, the cup was totally full. I quickly placed the red cherry smelling liquid in a cup holder, and began to look around for another container. DRAT....the car was clean, no empty cartons!!!! So I let him continue to geyser up the rest on himself, me and the carseat. It was a red fiesta! Poor baby!!!

This picture of a magical unicorn throwing up a beautiful rainbow is wrong in every sense of the word. Wrong I say!

Soon enough we had pulled over, alongside the freeway. Luckily, I had plenty of clean clothes in the back. So we stripped the little one down, redressed him, cleaned the seat up with wet wipes to the best of my ability, and were back on the road. The carseat was too wet and nasty to place him back in, so Den decided to cuddle with him in the back, while I drove down the road.



I shook my head in disbelief as I began to think about how almost EVERY trip we have taken in the last couple of years has had some vomiting involved. If it wasn't one of the younger boys then it was me, with this morning sickness. It made me smirk, as I thought about another little one adding to the puking fest very soon.

Road trip, anyone????!!