Wild Ride with the Barf Sisters

And now for the final installment of the Cabin Extravaganza. Some of you may have already heard a version of this story, but it's so awesome that it deserves memorializing on the blog.

On the last day we packed up, cleaned up, and loaded the cars. While all the adults were busy cleaning, loading, etc. the kids snuck off to the creek. This was one of the times the Wyoming nephew decided to get into creek with long pants, long sleeves and "water proof" hiking boots.

We took a last couple of 4 wheeler rides before loading them up too. And bid farewell to S&C's beautiful cabin and the humingbirds and headed out.

Matt was driving a bit faster than maybe he should have on the windy windy road so... Olivia got car sick and started throwing up, which of course no one noticed but me when I heard a weird quiet sound. So I’m yelling at the other two to throw me a blanket or something. Riley is trying to grab the green one, while Sammy is holding on to the green one for dear life because it’s hers. Meanwhile barf is spewing and spreading all over Livie and pooling in her car seat... yeah... nice... Too bad I couldn’t have caught it in something... like maybe a BLANKET? So we finally wrestle the blanket from Sammy and I kind of just cover the mess so Olivia and everyone else doesn’t have to look at, smell or touch it.

Then Samantha says... “mommy, I don’t feel good”. Prior notice is a lovely thing. I tell her to grab the blue blanket (which was sitting right next to her, but she was so busy protecting the green one, that she couldn’t toss this one to us). I tell her to use it if she needs to spew. (If you need to spew, spew in this.) And sure enough... right when we’re almost done with the twisty, windies... barf. To which Riley yells, “OH! Not her too!”. I yell at Matt to pull over, he says, “Why? What can you do?”. Ummm… let’s see, make her feel better? Wipe her face off? Wrap her blanket in such a way as to avoid spilling the contents all over this child and her seat too? And in so doing, quell some of the stench that is rolling from the back seat?

We drive the rest of the way to the Wrangler Inn and the lovely little gas station next to it with the windows down and Sammy and Livie sitting grey-faced holding their breakfast covered blankets. (Actually Livie looked more white with purple lips and purple shadows under her eyes)
At the little store our clean up begins, and once we get a good look at Livie’s booster it’s pretty clear that a hazmat team would be handy right about now. Matt has to change her clothes while she keeps complaining that she doesn’t want anyone to see her. Meantime I’m trying to find the nearest garbage can for that blue blanket which is beyond disgusting and so old it’s falling apart anyway, and Riley freaks out. “No! You can’t throw that one away!” Apparently there is some attachment that only surfaced at that moment, because she never cared about that blanket before. In the end we have to find a garbage bag and shove both blankets in it and stuff it in the back of the car. (And OF COURSE Riley didn’t complain about the smell the whole way home... hellooo... )

So, Olivia is in a new outfit. I’m scrubbing her chair with wipes, as well as scrubbing the leather seats, and DOWN IN THE CRACKS of the seats. And I hear Olivia say, “Daddy, can I have a marshmallow?”

Ahhhh… good times, good times.

Actually we had a great time that weekend, it was just the ride home that stunk… literally.