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Still Lifes of a not so Still Life
too big treasures
birth finally announced
minis for two minis
It's always the times when I think I have things under control that they go spinning out of control.
Okay, so I'm being dramatic, because there are a million things more awful than the following story. Yesterday, upon meeting Ryan for some birthday shopping and lunch, Clover threw up in the car. Over and over. While I was driving. Helpless? Understatement.
I threw her a wet wipe, which is like telling someone to make a gourmet meal and handing them a box of hamburger helper.
We finally reached our destination, I hopped out, opened the door and she had just a bit more that needed to come out. One word: pink. We tried to demystify the cause of the hue without success. She even went over it with Azure after school.
Ryan arrived on the scene when I had the whole package of wipes piled up in the seat, Drummer crying, and Clover going on about how her birthday boots were dirty now.
He found a sweater and skirt in the back seat for Clover to change into, I found a swim diaper, and laughed that it was the only time I've been grateful for the lack of vigilance in keeping the car cleaned out.
pvb (post vomit bath)
We left the two sliding doors open in the parking lot while we went for lunch (with no further incidents). Want to steal our vomit wreaking minivan? I dare you. Nobody took me up on it.
favorite part of my days: Drummer planting those gums on my face
I removed the entire seat from the car (yay minivans!) when we got home and scrubbed the life out of it. It's still outside, because you know and I know it will never be the same.