Spit on This--- Dirty Smelly Anything

Let me start off my explaining that I should have been a nurse. 
I can handle yucky things.  I can handle bodily fluids… but preferably not all at once from all children at the same time.

What I can not handle is extremely Dirty Smelly Things and especially when I do not know how it got dirty and smelly.

            *Let me warn you now…
that if you are eating, or have a faint stomach,
you may just want to not scroll down*

Enter the current dilemma we experienced recently…

Day 1-- Give Helen her first whole graham cracker… this will keep her busy.  Also try and give her whole milk again (she is my only milk protester)  Great snack time.  She woofed the graham cracker down and surprisingly drank half her milk.  SO excited that we might be turning the milk corner.  (enter foreshadowing music here)

Day 2-- I was cleaning up the dining room , when I began smelling a horrible putrid smell.  Must be a dirty diaper, from a well fed baby. 

Nope… maybe just a gassy baby.    Baby changed anyway, dining room cleaned, and we were out the door running errands.

Smelled the smell later and just couldn’t put my finger on it.  I had spilled coffee earlier and figured maybe I hadn’t mopped the floor adequately…re-clean the floor.

Day 3--  Working on the blog when I catch another whiff of something not so pleasant.  I decide to go on a cleaning frenzy. 

Enter the great Highchair show down of 2010… 
        And my kryptonite in regards to my gag reflex…
                          Beyond Nasty Dirty Smelly Anything

After much investigation, I believe the smell is actually coming from her high chair.   I lift the seat cover and the smell just fumigates the room.  I have discovered the guilty party. 
                 And I am about to pass out. 

Underneath this vinyl seat pad, was hiding the smelliest yuckiest slime I have ever encountered….

After literally holding my breath for minutes at a time,
I get the seat cover off and out side. 

Only to discover that the smell is a the remnants of a the ENTIRE whole graham cracker drenched in milk…
now sitting there putrefying for 3 days.  

My guess is she dropped/hid the graham cracker then was shaking her sippy cup so hard that milk was coming out. 

The result is one highchair cover in the trash, and one mama who experienced a smell so horrible no one should
ever have to encounter it again.

 

And one highchair a little less padded now for my little llama.

 

Good news—I found an Etsy site that sells highchair covers for my exact high chair.  Adorable!

Bad news—I could buy a new high chair for the price of the custom cover… but they are adorable!
(I can appreciate that labor and skill are worth money…
it’s just not in my budget)

 

So there you have it folks. 
Mama Llama’s Spit on This moment of the past week.

So here’s the PSA (public service announcement) ---
If you smell a yucky smell, don’t wait 3 days
to check underneath your highchair cover.

Spit on This

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For those who have been around the blog since the beginning… you may remember a feature I started called Spit on This

Let me explain and re-introduce you to Spit on this...
Brought to you by Little Llamas!

Do you know that Llamas spit???
Spitting is the Llamas way of saying "Bug Off!" Normally used between llamas to divert annoying suitors, ward off a perceived threat or, most commonly, to establish pecking order at mealtime, an occasional llama who has been forced to tolerate excessive human handling may have developed an intolerance for or a fear of humans and will spit if they feel threatened by them.

So.... what exactly is Spit on This??
It is my way to say to BUG OFF! Things that bug me, bother me, or rantings about my all around bad day.  

My husband reminded me recently that I hadn’t done a “spit on this post” in a long time.  I guess I didn’t want to be griping and complaining too much, and I usually like to look on the bright side of things.  But honestly… sometimes a mama just needs to share. 
   And  I have done those types of posts… i just haven’t called them Spit on This.

          So I thought it would be a great time to bring it back.

Hope you have fun reading the past Spit on This posts...and I look forward to sharing more with you!

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So… come back later for my most recent spit on this moment….
And trust me…  It’s good.

Workers Comp

Can I get it??

Totally embarrassed to even admit this happened.
But I am all about informing you of the risks involved with mothering.

2:00 am
I wake in the night to help our Littlest Llama.
(I will neither confirm nor deny whether I may or may not still almost every night occasionally nurse her in the middle of the night at almost 11 months old)

Rocked said Baby. 
 
Stood up to put baby in crib.

Foot Asleep.  Step, trip…Step, trip… Step, Trip.
Buckle my knees, and just slowly fall/collapse to the floor.
      (All while holding baby… holding a screaming baby)

Call for David to help….
I really should look into one of those alarm necklaces you can wear.  

I am in pain far greater than childbirth, feel the need to be sick, and have visions of how in the world i will survive with my foot in a cast.

He takes baby.  And proves he is in fact capable of putting her back to sleep in the middle of the night.  And she proves she can in fact go to sleep without nursing.
           (I am totally cashing in on this from now on)

I proceed to stay up for the next hour icing ankle, taking an adequate dose of motrin, and Googling:
           “How to know if you broke your ankle” 

I perform a series of tests on my ankle that I am sure have NO medical backing whatsoever.

I diagnose myself with a sprain, not a break.  And go to sleep on the couch at 3:45 with ankle elevated.  Thanking God that this did not happen when David was out of town, that Helen went back to sleep, and that I did not have to go to medical school to know that I didn’t break my ankle.
      Though there are 26 bones in your foot…and I may have broken something without knowing…but not much you can do about it.

Being a mother is a risky, dangerous job. 
Only the physically competent should embark on such a profession. 

And I just want to know…
Does Worker’s Comp cover this?

 

What to say INSTEAD of …

“Oh my, you sure do have your hands full”

My post yesterday made me think of how often I hear this

It was so refreshing to hear something different the other day.
But this is a PSA to all those people out in public that find it necessary to point out how how full my hands are.

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Dear strangers… I do not know you.  But i am Mama Llama. 

I have 3 baby Llamas.  Yes, they are all mine.  No, the older 2 are not twins...yep, I do have all 3 with me at the grocery store. 

  The grocery store is accomplished with a 2 seater cart and wearing Helen in the Ergo Carrier.   Or if out at other stores, I put Helen in the Stroller or Ergo and hold the hands of the big kids.

Regardless, I often have 3 children with me.  

And yes, I do have my hands full.

But you saying that doesn’t help much, now does it? 

Unless you’re interested in taking one (preferably the middle one, please) 

Not to mention, that when that statement is said, 

I am usually not in the best “mommy” mood.  

I have heard that I should respond with 

“why yes, my hands are full…but so is my heart”

Isn’t that sweet.  

But honestly, like I mentioned above, my heart usually isn’t feeling very full in that moment.  I usually am feeling a bit overwhelmed.  

Or perhaps you have caught me on a great day 

where I am really enjoying my children… 

then you have to go and point out how I have my hands full. 

Thanks for ruining the nice moment… 

because right after you say how full my hands are, 

my kids are sure to do something to earn that remark. 

Like…pull each other’s hair, knock over a shelf of fruit snacks, scream to eat a free sample, tell me they have to poo poo, scream again because I won’t buy the chocolate-marshmallow cereal. 

So instead of telling me how full my hands are...
Here is a list of suggestions to say instead of  “my, don’t you have your hands full”


1—What a beautiful family you have!

2—What a fun field trip with mommy!

3—Can I help you with anything?

4—What good children you are being!

5— You’ll get through these early years!
(don’t add  “and i wouldn’t go back to that for a million dollars”)

6—I remember those days well!
(don’t add “and I thought I was going to die”)

7—You’re doing a great job

8—You are a great mom

-Do hold the door open for a mom with many kids

-Do offer to take my cart back to the store as you are walking in

-Do not stare if my children are having a tantrum
And please do not intervene… it often makes it worse, and we are often in a hurry trying to get back in time for lunch or nap…
hence the tantrum.

So, Dear strangers that I meet in public… 

please do not tell me again how much I have my hands full. 

Instead…

Praise my efforts, encourage me, tell me you’ve been there and I am going to get through to other side eventually. 

Pat me on the shoulder and tell me what a great mom I am 

And maybe, just maybe… 

It will help to make my heart as full as my hands are. 

On or Off, but never In...

I grew up on an Island.

A great glorious little slice of heaven, in the South Carolina Lowcountry.

After being there over Thanksgiving, I was reminded about one of my age old grammatical pet peeves.

So, in the spirit of Consumer Reports' recent article on The Tops Things that Annoy Americans, I thought I'd share one of mine.

You can be on the Island.

You can be off the Island.

But unless you are volcanic lava from the center of the earth, you can NOT be IN the Island.

You CAN be IN Charlotte, or IN Denver, or IN Texas. Because technically you are either inside or outside the city or state lines. But an Island? You are either on it or off of it.

My husband finds this quite amusing, when we are going somewhere and I say

“oh it's just off island”

He likes to joke when we are there every time we go over the bridge “we are ON island now” and then…“now we are going off island” and he says it in his greatest cruise director voice.

Thank You Dear for making my Island experience much more enjoyable….where were you my whole life growing up?

Now, I know I have a ton of grammatical and spelling errors.

Like….

- always spelling “because” wrong -- I always want to type “becasue”

-or when I type a word ending in “ ing ” I almost always type “ ign ”

-I can never remember if it is affect or effect
      --Here is a tip to remember

-and I will never learn how to spell the word vacuum (2 u’s or 2 c’s?? thank goodness for spell check!)

-is it capital or capitol ?  this always stumps me and it's kind of important that I learn. 
      -- You wonder too? Here's your tip

But…

At least I know you can’t be IN an island.

PS—much gratitude goes to my sister who is my blog proof reader and calls me immediately if she sees a grammatical atrocity…she is way more smarter than me I. (Ha!)

Missing...

Please help me find the match to this long lost shoe.  

I have looked....

in drawers

in trashcans  (found plenty of non-trash things there before)

under couches

in closets

 in toy boxes

in the pile of leaves (where I found a sippy cup yesterday)

in the dishwasher (they probably need a good cleaning)

in the toy kitchen (who wouldn't want to pretend to cook a shoe)

in the van (we seem to have problem keeping shoes on in the van)

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This shoe was found inside the crock pot in our kitchen.
So I truly mean it when I say "only God knows" where the other shoe is.  Because I believe that...really, only God knows.  Because Carson's response has been "I not know" the 100 times I have asked him today about where the other shoe is.

I'll keep you updated on the status of this claim... But I have a feeling that the next owners of this house might find a size 8 sneaker in an air duct somewhere...

I am not a pet person...

There...I admit it.

**If you are visiting from Kelly's Corner Show us your life, Welcome!  I had to link to this older post, becasue it is so stinking hilarious!  Enjoy my non-love of pets.  I Love YOUR pets, and I LOVE that they aren't mine!    I am, however, looking for a Zhu Zhu pet. 

I just cleaned our Fish Bowl for the first time in who knows when...
and was reminded that I do not like pets.

I don't have this deep love for animals...at least not animals that live in my home.

I love animals...that live in a zoo. Or frolick nicely in my yard. Or pop up in random photos like Nuts the squirrell. I love making animal noises with my kids. But I don't like animals living in my home.

I love you. And I love your pets. And I love that YOU love your pets so much.

But me... I just don't like pets. And I feel like you aren't supposed to admit that. I really don't want to offend you...all of you. As it appears that everyone I know loves pets. Just not me.

And ... my husband.
See.... God knew what He was doing when He matched us up!

Of course I have gone through my numerous phases of wanting a dog. Man's best friend. But those desires pass quickly... kind of like when I think of how "fun" it would be to have quadruplet babies.... End thought is....thanks, but no thanks. My neighbors have a dog, and we can visit it all the time. They also have a bunny. How, fun...a bunny!

I have a couple friends that have chickens. I think chickens are very cool. I want to be green. I want to eat healthy. I would love fresh eggs layed right outside my door. We have the perfect piece of land for chickens. But the chickens themselves... and the chicken smells, and sounds, and droppings? No thanks. So Kirsten and Tracey, you can drop off a few eggs whenever you feel like it!

But alas, we do have a pet.

Meet Freddy. Freddy the Fish....

He is Charlotte's pet....she got him on her 3rd birthday. Carson likes to torture Chrlotte by yelling EVERY night "Freddy is MY pet". That's just fine by me...as long as he's not MY pet... since I don't like pets. David likes to make fun of how if he didn't feed Freddy, Freddy would "probably" never eat. He's right...there's no "probably" about that statement! If he (David, not Freddy) is out at bedtime I totally skip feeding him! Shhh... don't tell!

No matter how many times I forget to feed Freddy, he is still thriving.
No matter how dirty I let his bowl get, he keeps swimming.

And you ask... why do you have a pet if you don't like pets? Would you believe that it was actually MY idea to get Charlotte this fishy friend? Momentary lapse in judgement... I led with emotion, not objective thinking. Lesson learned.

Well, I just think that kids need a pet. And a fish is probably the easiest pet to have.

Obviously...
Starving in a dirty bowl, and Freddy is still with us.

Well, his bowl is clean now, and even though David is out tonight, I promise I did feed the fish.We have had Freddy for almost 1 year (the picture's from then).

Reached my limit...

It is only 1:30 and I have already been:

spit up on

pooped on

thrown up on

(like real throw up, not milky spit up)

wiped snotty noses and dirty bottoms

(but not at the same time nor with the same hand)

had a 2 year old lick my arm

(not the child that threw up thankfully)

pretty sure I came in contact with blood on one or more of my children

Definitely picked a boogy out of all 3 of my children's noses

(I cannot stand a boogy-nosed baby)

Are there any more bodily fluids I can handle??

Do NOT answer that.

But these 3 little children are totally worth it.
Even if I spend my day caring for all their bodily fluids.

**But after re-reading this post, I totally understand if you do not want to have a playdate with us.**

Spit on This...A Watched Pot Never Boils!

Well, A watched belly never births. Once again I am overdue...and I do NOT like it!

This counts as a Spit on This Post.
(click on the link to read more about what Spit on This is all about)

We are officially 1 day overdue. My first 2 babies were both 10 days over due, so this should come as no surprise to us that our baby did not come early. But we just don't think she will come 10 days late either. I mean really... she really needs to come soon.

But we joked the weeks leading up to the dues date....
-We wanted to get through Carson's B-day party...Way Done...that was a month ago!
-She needed to wait until we had our Valentine's Date...Done!
-She needed to let me watch the big Cross Over Grey's/Private Practice Episodes... Done, and was a 2 week ordeal!

Only we do the unimaginable and ask our baby to wait.

And then I was really ready for her to come. Really. Then a week ago, I broke out in Poison Ivy. So we prayed the unimaginable again.... that she would just wait until it cleared up. Who asks their baby to wait?

I had a few patches on my arms, a really bad patch on my face, and the worst of all was very bad reaction on my...BELLY! Yep... someone (who would do this?) pulled their pants up (over their big orgenant belly) with their garden gloves on and somehow spread the poisonous death trap all over her not so little baby bump.

I was put on steroids (safe for baby) and super cream... but with all the great changes a woman's body goes through in pregnancy.... my reaction was pretty bad. My hormones are up, my immune system is down, and the skin on my stomach has been stretched beyond belief.

Thankfully, everything has cleared up quickly, except the stomach and it is alot better...but still healing. The poison Ivy is cleared, but it is still very sensitive.

Wednesday, I go for a lovely day of pampering. Pedicure. Haircut. My house is in order, my laundry is done. And it is a great day for a baby to come. And she doesn't.

Then Thursday, I start hacking up a lung like a chain smoker. David calls it the thunder cough. No cold, no congestion...boom out of nowhere I have phlegm in my chest from Lord knows where (maybe another one of those pregnancy phenomenas) and I am losing my voice and hacking up a lung. Not to mention all the oddities that come along with being 10 months pregnant and coughing really hard.... anyone who's ever been pregnant out there know's what I am talking about and can give me an "I hear ya!"

So... I think I am getting better. Come on Helen! The hacking is subsiding... a little.

And boom.... after beautiful 65 degree weather (hence the gardening and the poison ivy) Our little corner called home is getting hit with an ice/snow storm tonight. Nice. Thankfully we live only 2 minutes form the hospital. But it does make it a little challenging for our sitters and mothers to get to us if needed.

So, we do the unimaginable again... and kindly ask our overdue baby to wait until this all melts.

We think Wednesday would be a great day for a baby. The snow will be melted, my cough will be gone (please Lord!). Though we have been told something about a full moon and Tuesday being "the day" she will come. I am just praying we have no more reasons to ask her to wait.

So in leau of our request for Helen to wait till this Snow is gone, I have shelved my "labor inducing tricks". Once we feel really really ready, I will pull out my bag of tricks and go to town trying to evict this little womb-squater.

And I will share my tricks with you.... and all the funny (and not so funny) things people have said to me as I tick away baking this little turkey.

Little Llamas Losing Sleep! Mama Llama starts to Weep!

What is the magic trick to getting your children to sleep?

This pic of the clock is a big joke. In our house by 7:00, we have already had our early morning snack (breakfast isn't until 7:00) mommy has already had a cup of coffee (working on cup # 2 right now at 6:45), we have already been sent to our rooms a few times, they have demanded kid shows (no, way!). And that is our morning until 7:00.

So.. .We have sleep issues.

My rule is that we don't get up until 6:00. But We have been battling some night time sleep issues lately at night as well.

FYI For those of you with babies and no toddlers yet--That whole "sleep through the night" thing is a joke. Once they get in a big kid bed.. they wake up more than they did as babies!

Carson--- He wants to cuddle, he wants his blankee, he wants a train. I am fine getting up and handing him a blankee, patting his back and done. But no... this high maintenance llama will start a screaming rant for me to sleep with him. And scream that child can do until everyone in our house is awake and we are MAD.

Charlotte---we are trying to get her to stay in the Big Kid room. As we have a baby coming any day now, we need her sleeping in the Big Kid Room.

So...We resorted to bribery.

We told them that if Charlotte stays in bed all night and Carson has no screaming in the night they get a special Candy treat in the morning. Well, 2nd night and no candy for them. But we did make progress. Charlotte did stay in bed all night, and Carson didn't have any screaming fits. YEAH!

Then 5:13 rolled around...

I almost thought it said 6:13 and was so proud of my little llamas for sleeping the whole night with no incidents. I was prepared to walk in with a bag of Gummy bears singing Hallelujah Chorus! And then that second glance made me realize that the clock said 5:15! Carson was screaming "Breakfast time" and charlotte was screaming "I need a hairbow!"

Are you kidding me?? At 5:15???

I knew there was no hope to get them to go back to sleep.

Nice mommy quickly flew the coop and I sternly threatened them and told them that they must stay in their room with no screaming until 6:00. I actually think charlotte attempted to go back to sleep. But carson was perched on the edge of his bed the WHOLE time. Gripping every blankee and animal he had found in his bed... waiting for the timer to ring and the gates of heaven to open up.

So how do some of you do it? I hear some of you moms say "I just tell my kids they cannot come out until 7:00." Seriously...7:00? how do you just teach you children to do this? I am convinced that you all have much more compliant, calm, and easy going children than I do. Because this crazy herd of llamas wakes up with a vengeance. My strong willed, highly opinionated, dominant little toddlers are not ever going to sleep until 7:00.

So..what are your tips to my sleeping dillema??

Please post your tips in the comments and the lucky winner will get one overnight stay with my toddlers to put your plan into action! Just Kidding...that wouldn't quite be a prize now would it? But you will get the satisfaction of knowing that you helped Mama Llama out.

War of the Grocery Stores... My inner battle.

Harris Teeter or Walmart... this is the Question I ask myself on every Grocery day. I try to be a "good steward of our resources" and shop frugally. This week, my grocery planning was out of necessity to make it till we get paid on Friday.

So... when I have coupons and there are good VIC specials, I pack up my crew and head over to my local Harris Teeter. (which is literaly less than 1 mile from my house)

AKA-- Teeter Totter to my Kids
AKA- Taj Ma Teeter to me and my husband (this thing is MASSIVE and is basically the Country Club of all groceries in our area.)

Here are my little luxuries I enjoy at Harris Teeter...

1. The Free Samples. Not only do they keep my kids thoroughly entertained, they are a tasty treat for me...especially the nice breads and butters.

2. They have some really great organic and healthy items. I get all gitty when they have BOGOs and VIC specials and I enjoy seeing how much I can save

4. They have a really great two seater airplane cart...not like the big monster ones that are a beast to push... oh no. This is the mercedes benz of kid grocery carts. We love it!

5. They often have wine tastings...at my local grocer! Who knew? Now, pushing a cart with 2 kids and currently being 8 months pregnant, I don't think it is too kosher to partake in these tastings... but I admit I think of myself a little more "cultured" as I walk by

6. They have a Starbucks on site. I don't really indulge in this often... but it is nice knowing it is right there if I have a need for coffee.

6. They have someone who will take your groceries to your car for you, and then take your cart back. What???

7. Let me repeat that last point for those of you who are just scanning... they have a bagger who will take your cart and children out to the car for you. And unload your groceries for you. And you don't have to tip them.

But low and behold.... a trip to the HT is not always in the cards. When I have alot of other necessities to buy...home, beauty, baby...we head to the great world of Walmart. (**Play infamous music here**) And I am the first to admit that Walmart has better prices. (unless, of course, you are shopping the VIC specials at the HT, liek I try so desperately to do)

*Let me start by mentioning the main redeeming quality of Walmart...They have a McDonalds in the store!!!

Yep. I am known to make this our little luxury... do a little grocery shopping, and we get to eat at McD's for lunch. I promise I don't do it every week.

Well... enter my main quirks with Walmart....

1. It is a MADHOUSE. unless you go at 9:00 in the morning... which I really do try to do. Never go after 5 and never go on a weekend. NEVER.

2. Their double kid carts aren't nearly as "pushable" as HT's
3. Their baggers often mix meat with produce or cleaning supplies with cookies...YUCK! I try to group things on the counter by like items to avoid this, but low and behold it happens often.

4. They always seem to only have 2 checkout people for a store that services hundreds at a time. And i am always trying to rush out of the store...only to get up to the line and have to wait literally 20 minutes sometimes! With two hungry, cranky, or sleepy children. They are never happy by the time we get to the checkout.
5. I am responsible for trucking my 2 kids (hungry, cranky, and sleepy), in the huge hard-to-push cart, with my huge load of "parcels" and then I have to get the kids in the van myself, all while protecting my recently purchased parcels from rolling away.

And this was our parking lot experience Tuesday...

As I unloaded Charlotte and sent her into the van. My cart, with Groceries and child, began rolling down the parking lot.

Leave the 3 year old alone in the van or chase the runaway cart?

Well, of course I ran after the cart! And Thankfully, I have a pretty obedient 3 year old who will stay in the van all the while yelling "Mommy, get it...quick, hurry!" I was then praised the whole way home for "saving the day!"

That's me... the mommy who saves the day. But as I drove home from the craziness of Walmart, practicing my deep breathing and ignoring my screaming children in the back... I couldn't help but wish I was sipping wine at Harris Teeter.

Enter the "Cart Stopper"

I was browsing a few of my favorite blogs today at nap time and one in particular is The Opinionated Parent (of course I would like a blog with this title as any of you who know me know I am never lacking an opinion!) Well, last week they featured an item called the Cart Stopper. You can purchase this nifty contraption from here for just $10! This could totally change my life. (you think I am joking don't you?)

Well, until my Cart Stopper Arrives.... I will brave the hills at Walmart with courage and speed. Or I will just shop at the Trusty HT where Edward nicely unloads my groceries for me. All the while, sipping away on my Latte.

Happy Saving on your groceries fellow shoppers!

PS- HT in my local area was offering Triple coupons from February 4-8th! So, we actually had a Walmart visit (tuesday) AND a HT visit (today) all in one week becasue that is how thrifty i am trying so desperately to be!

Baby Llama Stomps and Pouts... Baby Llama Jumps and Shouts!

So what do you do in these moments??

You see, Little Llama Carson obviously was having a "spit on this" moment. You see, Mama Llama is trying desperately to chronicle the sweet darling lives of her little llamas. And this little tantrum happened all because.... he wanted my camera.
I was simply trying to take a sweet picture of him doing this....

Now is that cute or what? He was making "bubbas".
See...we DO have creative play at my house!

Spit on This!

So... let me begin by introducing a feature on my blog called
Spit on This:

Do you know that Llamas spit???
Spitting is the llamas way of saying "Bug Off!" Normally used between llamas to divert annoying suitors, ward off a perceived threat or, most commonly, to establish pecking order at mealtime, an occasional llama who has been forced to tolerate excessive human handling may have developed an intolerance for or a fear of humans and will spit if they feel threatened by them.

So.... what exactly is Spit on This?? It is my way to say to BUG OFF! Things that bug me, bother me, or rantings about my all around bad day.

So.... here goes the first Spit on This post.

I HATE throw up.
I especially hate throw up in a carseat. Why is it that the few times my children have ever thrown up it has always been in a carseat?? Why Lord? Why must the throw up come in THE most difficult place on the earth? I can clean sheets, I can clean clothes, I can even shampoo my van. But it truly takes a rocket scientist to disassmble a carseat enough so you can un-thread the straps and wash the seat cover.

We currently own the Evenflo Triumph carseat. It has been a great good carseat for us. Becasue of our BIG babies, We had to move out of the little Graco infant carriers early so we needed a rear facing carseat. Then it flips forward up to 40lbs. (Side note.. thanks Graco for FINALLY coming out with a bucket seat that holds babies up to 32 lbs...but I really can't afford ANOTHER carseat) But in order to clean this baby, you literally have to UNSCREW a huge panel on the back in order to un-hook the straps in order to take off the cover. Then what I realize... you can't even take the straps out. WHAT? Well, maybe you can with more disassembling of the carseat. I just decided to clorox wipe the heck out of the straps, spray them with lysol and pray pray that the Lord disinfects the rest.

And even better.... no, my child did NOT have the stomach bug, no he did not eat too much sugar. My Little Llama is obsessed with gagging himself. Why does a 2 year old find this enjoyable??