Sorry to leave you without a post for so many days. I decided to take the boys to see my grandmothers in Virginia this past week. We made the trip with my sister and her 3 kids. Don’t you wish you could have ridden back with us? Just imagine a Suburban loaded with 5 kids under five. Everyone in a car seat. There was screaming, hitting, biting (yes, that one was my son) and oh so much fun.
Actually, it was not that bad considering. I have been on much worse trips when I only had Elijah. (I specifically remember one trip from Moncks Corner to Charlotte, 3 1/2 hours, when Elijah cried the whole way. The next day I learned he had an ear infection. That trip was pure torture.)
I just finished my morning cup of tea only to find that I had been drinking out of a dirty cup. Nice.
Ok, so the reason for the title of this post… Saturday, after we arrived home, I had unpacked the car, Elijah was playing in his playroom, enjoying the fact that he did not have to share with anyone and I was playing with Graham. You may know that Graham is a spitter. We have tried everything from daily dose of Zantac to formula specifically for acid reflux. He has good days and bad days. Well Saturday was a bad day. I don’t know how many times the boy spit up. You would think I would know better. No.
I was trying to make him laugh, lifting him up above my head when blah. He spit up all in my hair. This was not just a little spit up. It must have been about 3 tablespoons worth that caked in the front and then rolled down the back.
Needless to say I found myself taking a shower at 4:30 in the afternoon.