Just wanted to document the awesome night we had tonight. And by "awesome", I mean "disgusting".
Our family (minus Simon, who was being rocked to sleep at home by his wonderful Nana) was on its way to dinner with some new friends in downtown Loveland. We are driving my grandpa's 1992 (or something) Buick Le Sabre. It's pretty cool. That's not really pertinent to the story, but it helps paint the picture.
About a block away from our destination, a woman flagged us down on the side of the road. We stopped and found out that she needed a ride to a near by grocery store as she had been walking for awhile. So I hopped in the back and she rode in the front. Her name was Maggie. When we dropped her off, we talked for a bit and prayed for her. While we were talking, Abram started begging for water. I looked down and saw a water bottle that he had left in the car from the day before, so the water was warm. I normally wouldn't have given it to him, but I wanted to focus on what Maggie was saying. So I handed it to him and told him it was not cold, then I turned my attention back to Maggie. After talking another minute or so, Selah started begging for the water. I took it from Abram and gave it to her. It was a bottle that I thought she could handle on her own, so I told her it was warm and turned my attention back to Maggie, who was just getting out of the car.
A few seconds later, Selah started coughing. I looked at her and she was choking/gagging on the water. It probably had just gone down the wrong way or she got too much of it. But just that little bit of gagging, led to more gagging, which led her to puke a little.
Then once she got started, she couldn't stop.
There was a burp cloth near by that I grabbed to try and catch some of it, which ended up being like putting a bandaid on a severed limb. There was vomit everywhere. It had come back up into her face from me holding the burp cloth in front of it. I had it all over my hands and arms. It was all over her and the car seat and the car seat.
But it gets better.
When Abram saw her puking...
That's right: he puked. Thankfully, it was only once. But it was enough to make a mess on the other side of the car.
Needless to say, Maggie sort of bolted. And I don't blame her. I was sitting there, covered in puke, while my children and I cried out of shock and disgust. Selah actually kept whining: "I disgusting. I disgusting." Poor baby.
And then we were supposed to go to dinner in a nice-ish restaurant. Yeah right. We went to the restaurant and Quinn ran inside and told our friends what had happened. We thought that we could go clean them up in the grocery store and find some kind of clothes to put them in and come back for dinner. Unfortunately, the grocery store didn't have anything but socks, so Abram was shirtless and I put my cardigan on Selah after we wiped them off. But then we and our friends decided that it was probably better to not have dinner just in case the kids were really sick. So we headed home.
I'm sure they aren't sick and it was just an unfortunate choking on hot water puke chain reaction. They ate a little when we got home and Quinn gave them a quick bath while I got Simon to finally go to sleep. Then I got eaten alive by mosquitoes while I scrubbed the car seats in the front yard.
So... This is going to be a picture less post. I did take a picture of the kids while we were headed to the grocery store, but I won't share that with you.
You're welcome.
So just trusting that there was a reason for all of that tonight. Obviously, we were supposed to meet Maggie and we are going to try and have lunch with our friends tomorrow. If nothing else, its a good story, right?
Our family (minus Simon, who was being rocked to sleep at home by his wonderful Nana) was on its way to dinner with some new friends in downtown Loveland. We are driving my grandpa's 1992 (or something) Buick Le Sabre. It's pretty cool. That's not really pertinent to the story, but it helps paint the picture.
About a block away from our destination, a woman flagged us down on the side of the road. We stopped and found out that she needed a ride to a near by grocery store as she had been walking for awhile. So I hopped in the back and she rode in the front. Her name was Maggie. When we dropped her off, we talked for a bit and prayed for her. While we were talking, Abram started begging for water. I looked down and saw a water bottle that he had left in the car from the day before, so the water was warm. I normally wouldn't have given it to him, but I wanted to focus on what Maggie was saying. So I handed it to him and told him it was not cold, then I turned my attention back to Maggie. After talking another minute or so, Selah started begging for the water. I took it from Abram and gave it to her. It was a bottle that I thought she could handle on her own, so I told her it was warm and turned my attention back to Maggie, who was just getting out of the car.
A few seconds later, Selah started coughing. I looked at her and she was choking/gagging on the water. It probably had just gone down the wrong way or she got too much of it. But just that little bit of gagging, led to more gagging, which led her to puke a little.
Then once she got started, she couldn't stop.
There was a burp cloth near by that I grabbed to try and catch some of it, which ended up being like putting a bandaid on a severed limb. There was vomit everywhere. It had come back up into her face from me holding the burp cloth in front of it. I had it all over my hands and arms. It was all over her and the car seat and the car seat.
But it gets better.
When Abram saw her puking...
That's right: he puked. Thankfully, it was only once. But it was enough to make a mess on the other side of the car.
Needless to say, Maggie sort of bolted. And I don't blame her. I was sitting there, covered in puke, while my children and I cried out of shock and disgust. Selah actually kept whining: "I disgusting. I disgusting." Poor baby.
And then we were supposed to go to dinner in a nice-ish restaurant. Yeah right. We went to the restaurant and Quinn ran inside and told our friends what had happened. We thought that we could go clean them up in the grocery store and find some kind of clothes to put them in and come back for dinner. Unfortunately, the grocery store didn't have anything but socks, so Abram was shirtless and I put my cardigan on Selah after we wiped them off. But then we and our friends decided that it was probably better to not have dinner just in case the kids were really sick. So we headed home.
I'm sure they aren't sick and it was just an unfortunate choking on hot water puke chain reaction. They ate a little when we got home and Quinn gave them a quick bath while I got Simon to finally go to sleep. Then I got eaten alive by mosquitoes while I scrubbed the car seats in the front yard.
So... This is going to be a picture less post. I did take a picture of the kids while we were headed to the grocery store, but I won't share that with you.
You're welcome.
So just trusting that there was a reason for all of that tonight. Obviously, we were supposed to meet Maggie and we are going to try and have lunch with our friends tomorrow. If nothing else, its a good story, right?
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