Ah, day three. We pull out of Des Moines, Iowa optimistic for a better day when we hear it. AM throwing up in a bag in the back. (At least she got it in a bag unlike her little sister the first day) And that sentence there describes the rest of our trip through Iowa and half of Illinois. AM is miserable and we add 'vomit drops' to our scheduled potty breaks.
Around lunch time we make it to Morris, Illinois where my long lost best friend L meets us for lunch then directs us to a park so the kids can let out some very pent-up energy. Everyone gets to have a hamburger while AM is happy with her chicken noodle soup.
Then it happens.
C flies off the merry-go-round into the wood chips starting to cry, W stumbles to the grass where he proceeds to loose his lunch from spinning too much, and AM averts her eyes trying to keep that precious chicken noodle soup down.
L laughs and says, "Maybe it's a good thing D isn't here!"
Ah, the joys of parenthood!
After things calmed down a bit we loaded back into the car and I said good bye to my long distance best friend.
(Ya, she always looks that cute, it's quite disgusting isn't it....)
Back to day three...
The rest of the day goes better as we make it through Indian, and into Ohio. AM is feeling much better, and W's episode really was just from the merry-go-round. The kids really were amazing considering how long they had been in the car and I know a lot of that had to do with how good Aunt T and Grandma P were at keeping the peace and thinking of ways to distract them.