hey sutton, remember that time when for no apparent reason you violently puked all over our new car (and yourself) as i was pulling into the mall? i was on a mission. i had a very important hot date with the genius bar at apple. you were acting totally fine the whole morning. la de da. we chatted on the way to the mall and you seemed just dandy. my phone hadn't been working in a few days and i really needed to get it fixed! i even made sure to leave the house early (which is a miracle in itself) so i wouldn't run the risk of being late and losing out on our appointment time. as i was pulling into the mall out of nowhere you started retching your little guts out. i felt helpless because i was driving and i couldn't immediately comfort you. first my heart broke, and then my nose. man, you stunk. rancid is the word that comes to mind. i parked the car and got out, bracing as i assessed the damage. it was definitely a 9/10. chunky sour milk puke covered your hair, clothes, car seat, and back seat of the car. congratulations, you officially christened our new car. it was wretched. we don't have a home phone and i knew this was the only chance i had to get mine fixed so i hurried and stripped you down and magically found a leopard print snuggie that was in the car. i know, random. i wrapped you up in it and strapped you in your car seat. you seemed cozy and content for the moment so we headed in. i was praying that you wouldn't do that again in the store. can you imagine? at this point we were obviously late so my praying took a different focus. hoping they would take mercy on me and still let me have a spot. the guy took one look at you and said, "we'll get you right in."score. we were permeating puke fumes so i imagine he wanted to get us in and out as fast as possible. things were looking up...the girl helping us took a look at my phone and said it probably wasn't working because i had dropped it several months ago and the crack was in a vulnerable spot that might be causing the issue. she said normal procedure would be to replace the screen, which i would have to pay for and that would take about 45 minutes. but...since i had a naked hillbilly baby and was in a super big rush she overrode the policy and gave me a new phone for zero dollas. holla! so, thanks baby blue for helping mama get a new crack free phone. i'm just sorry you had to puke your guts out. tear.
disclaimer:
i did stop by h&m on the way out-i didn't want her to have to drive home naked :) and she was totally fine the rest of the day. i'm thinking she was just a little bit carsick and her morning milk didn't sit quite right. and cleaning puke out of a car seat sucks. big time.
