Look, I realize I talk about throw up on this blog way too much. I threw up often during my pregnancy with Nora Kate and was very vocal about it on the blog. (I had METHODS.)
Last Friday, I was in the car, cruising down the interstate with Lisa Loeb (what? it was on the radio!) blaring, signing along loudly (and POORLY) with my friend Elizabeth.
This Friday, in the car, cruising down the highway, hear the UNMISTAKABLE sound of VOMIT coming from the backseat.
(What a difference a week makes.)
Somehow, in 4.5 years of parenting there is ONE PLACE that has remained vomit-less. My car. And Karl's as well. I don't know HOW. But it's true.
Friday, the world decided to remedy that. Not once, my friends, but TWO TIMES. Once from the babe, once from the big kid. We must DO IT RIGHT in the Hills family.
The AM occurrence, Victim 1: Nora Kate
As is par for the course, Nora Kate threw up like a champ and was all smiles mere minutes later. She never had another symptom and seemed to be just fine all weekend long.
The PM occurrence: Victim 2: Nate
Nate, on the other hand, FREAKING OUT. He was literally trying to use his hand to shove the vomit back in his mouth like that would stop it (If you are wondering, yes, that DID make it way worse from a velocity and overall coverage standpoint.) It was HORRIFYING. I made him take all his clothes off and ride home in his underwear. (His vomit in response to a medication he was taking for a respiratory infection; he was non-vom sick the remainder of the weekend.)
What? Your Friday night doesn't include trying to get clean car seat covers back on? Those things are tricky.
And THAT, my friends, is me, keeping it real.