Where I Left Off

The reason I stopped blogging about the beach trip was because Brannon and Taylor both got some sort of "bug". Brannon was not very symptomatic and we didn't even pay much attention. Then, of course, two days later Taylor starts vomiting. Poor thing couldn't keep anything down. So the last part of the trip was spent tending to him and worrying about making it the 6+ (emphasis on the +) hours home with a sick kid. He did better overnight and actually held breakfast down in the morning. Almost 24 hours with no nasty bodily fluids which as most of you know is the magic number in the world of childcare that determines you can take your contaminated child back to school. So I decided it was safe to head home. Halfway into the trip I start smelling something bad. I figured he just had a dirty diaper so I decided to wait until the next planned stop (small town mississippi) in 15 miles (there are no extra stops if the kids are not crying or fussing even if they are sitting in a pile of their own poo). It's way past lunch time at this point and I'm worried we're not going to make it before a huge meltdown ensues. We make it to Lucedale, Mississippi, and the only place I can find is a Pizza Hut. Not usually my first choice but a buffet means instant food for two hungry kids and a very hungry mom. No waiting and quick in and out... okay it'll do. Go to take the kids out of the car and to my surprise I find Taylor covered in vomit. It was everywhere. All over his blanket mostly which was good, but also on his car straps, in his hair, and on his clothes. Panic. Hungry kids (and mom), vomit, and Pizza Hut. No other decison to be made... I decided to contaminate everyone in small town Mississippi for my own personal benefit. The only concern was we had to get in and out before the next episode. I spent the next 10 minutes trying to give Taylor a sponge bath with a box of wipes and hand sanitizer. Change of clothes and ,voila!, you could only barely smell the crusty vomit residue in his hair. The visit was successful. Both kids ate like crazy and we made it back to the car with no further issues. Fourty-five minutes from home, Brannon proceeds to report that Taylor is "growing up" everywhere. (This means throwing up for those of you that didn't catch on.) GREAT! I know I asked for it but for real! This time I stop immediately. Another "bath", change of clothes, and back in the carseat. I give him Brannon's blanket and both boys sleep until we turn into the neighborhood. Brannon begins an uncontrollable crying fit which wakes Taylor up. As we are turning into the driveway Taylor figured the carseat had a few crevices that hadn't been contaminted yet so he proceeded to vomit one final time just for the heck of it. Can you imagine how excited David was to have us home at last?!?

Note: the picture is from 3 days later when he decided to re-enact the whole event with no change of clothes available