Just a Glimpse into Parenthood

I didn't want to give away all the details of this gem of a story with the title, so here goes. My mom's parents live in Salt Lake so we have been fortunate to get to know them better. You see, growing up in Alaska we didn't get to see much of our grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, anybody, really. And some of the only memories I have of my grandparents are limited to sharing them with my 9 siblings. Didn't leave much time for bonding or anything like that. SO, this has been good to live by them. I've been trying to visit them every two weeks.

Which brings me to yesterday. We stopped at their house for lunch before we went to clean the office. My grandma is always so sweet and leaves a little Dixie cup with a cookie and a carrot stick and usually some other little sweet and the kids LOVE it. On the menu were hot dogs/turkey noodle soup/pizza. I chose turkey noodle soup along with my grandparents and Bucky and the kids had hot dogs.

Ethan finished fairly quickly with his hot dog and wanted another one. Okay, I thought. Then after lunch we had our choice or ice cream cones/cookies/banana cream pie/ dream-y orange jell-o stuff. So the kids had an ice cream cone and Evie had a cookie half way through. I didn't think anything of it because they hardly ever get sweets at our house ( I'm not mean, just not that good of a baker).

So we say our goodbyes after a rousing game of Pig Sty ( a game the kids like to play with these miniature pigs that you toss and get points for) and get in the car to clean the office. While we are
there Ethan starts complaining that his stomach hurts. So he lays on the couch and moans. Yes, I have a moaner. :) We finish up the office and decide that we are going to go get massages from the massage school that we went to. But, we don't have anyone else to watch the kids in downtown Salt Lake EXCEPT my grandparents. I give them a call and they accept. See, they're great! But after we get done with our massages I go in to get the kids and Bucky's illegally parked out front. When I get there Ethan announces that he PUKED in grandma's bathroom.

What?! Uhhhh. "I am so sorry grandma!" She tells me it's okay because he's feeling so much better now. The kids spare no details as they tell me about how grandma had to scoop it out of the sink with a cup and the color and BLAH BLAH BLAH. They don't seem to mind the fact that it so so gross, because THEY ARE KIDS.

*Parents of young children: prepare yourself mentally for the time when this will happen. Don't be naive and think that it won't. IT WILL. It's just a matter of when.

We get in the car and there is horrible traffic on the way home. They have the freeway down to one lane of traffic. We are stopped when Ethan announces that he has to puke again. I give him a double lined bag and he makes it into the bag the first time but misses with the second heave. Dude. I'm dry heaving in the front and rolling down the window trying to get the smell out and we are stuck in traffic. Luckily we were right next to the exit that we used to live on. I called my old neighbor Julie and luckily she was home! We cleaned up and were on our way. This time we were prepared because we got one of those gigantic re-fillable drink cups and an old towel. Julie: you are a saint! He puked one more time on the way home and went right to bed.

This morning he is fine. But, it begs the question... When is your little angel going to blow chunks all over your car? :) Have a good day!