Last weekend our neighborhood had a fall block party. Our neighbors are great and it's always fun to get together for any reason...block parties especially. We laugh, we eat, we talk, we eat, we catch up...you get the idea. The food this year was exceptional. Chili, meatballs, grilled wings, pasta salad, pigs in blankets, fruit with dip, cupcakes, pumpkin white chocolate chip cookies, it went on and on with fall flavor and deliciousness.
I watched as our three year old little girl made a bee line for the food, attacked something, then ran off to play again. Cookies, cupcakes, fruits and sweets...she was having the best time. We stopped her and said, "Lauren, you have to eat something other than sweets or you'll get sick." (Can you see where this is going?)
The block party was over and all was well. A great friend asked us to go to their house that evening for a football party. Loading the kids up in the car, we were on our way. When we arrived at their house, I grabbed my phone to take with me. The three boys unbuckled their seatbelts as I went to the back to undo Lauren's belt. She kept holding my hands saying, "Mommy..."
"What baby? We have to go, it's cold! Let's go!"
The boys had already run to the front door and met up with our friend as he came out to say "Hi".
Turning my attention back to Lauren to try to move her hands so I could unbuckle her seat belt, she stopped me again, saying, "Mommy, I feel...BLAUUGHHHH"
She threw up all over the front of herself, down her seat, she covered the floor of the car, the back of my seat...then turned to reach towards me to cry while I frantically kept trying to get her seatbelt off and pull her out.
This time she got me. Warm gooey puke covered me from my neck to my feet. Finally getting her out of her seat, I tried to hold her out as she began to throw up all over our friend's drive-way. He stood there in disbelief. I think everyone was in shock at how much this tiny three year old had in her.
When she was finally done, we apologized from a distance, put a blanket over her seat and went back home.
After we cleaned her up, I cleaned myself off, then we went to get everything out of the car. That's when I found my phone. My oooey, gooey, dripping in puke, phone. There were even chunks of pineapple on it. Fantastic.
Lauren was fine from that point on. (She hasn't touched a cupcake since.) Everything else has pretty much been cleaned out with a slight reminder of the smell in the car.
Yes, all that remains is one more memory that this time, our friend was able to share. There's never a dull moment in this crazy family. I now have the cell phone to prove it.