Date Night

January 8th, 2008

12:00 Fed kids lunch. Libby had two helpings of "shake". They love when I make them a shake, which is basically plain yogurt, a scoop of peanut butter, squirt of honey, a banana, and a couple handfuls of spinach. Libby always gorges on these and I let her as it is the only way I can get veggies into her little body.

5:00 Michael gets home from work. He changes his clothes and grabs some school books he sold on ebay and needs to get in the mail.

5:30 Ran to grocery store to buy packing envelopes.

5:45 Sat in post office parking lot to finish taping mailing labels on envelopes. Hear a weird noise from the backseat. Michael says "Did she just throw up?" "Nope." I say. Then another noise from backseat. "Yep, she did!" I say. I ran around the car to grab her out of the car seat and see what can be done. Ethan is freaking out because there is throw up in the car. He is screaming and crying and totally losing it. Libby is sitting there looking mildly concerned. I grab her out and let her stand the the snowy parking lot, on full display of those dropping off packages. The shake from lunch is everywhere. Bright green puke that smells like soured milk is almost more than I could stand. Her coat, shirt, pants, and car seat are covered. Ethan is still freaking out, Libby is still just mildly concerned. We stripped her down in the snowy parking lot while the people dropping off packages where probably speed-dialing social services. I went behind the car to strip off the t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater so Libby could have something to wear. While Michael dresses her I try to wipe out the car seat with her already filthy and vomit-laden clothes and a pair of work gloves I found in the car. Being the good parents we are, we take the kids to my mothers anyway and go on our date. Everyone is happy and well now. The car smells horrible and my mom has a new stain on her carpet, but life goes on.