We returned from our little beach jaunt today, a day earlier than we had to, so as to let Dave return to work. Also, the weather was not cooperating. It was supposed to be sunny, highs in the low 70s, occasional rain. It was rain, with occasional clouds, high in the low 50s and just not really worth the effort.
That's what the adults thought.
The kids found the big tub in the master suite to be rollicking good fun. Also fun: chasing each other around the circuit from the master bedroom, to the bath, to the kitchen and round the horn again.
So we got on the road around 10:30 and around 10:40 Annie began throwing up for who knows what reason. The sound of a kid barfing in the back of the van, secured in her carseat is the sound that renders everyone immobile. Dave pulled over and I switched places with Mom who had done a good job trying to hold back the red sea. [Fruit chews were last in, almost first out]. Two changes of clothes and a couple barf supplies later, we were on the road. I broke seatbelt laws in two states to sit on the floor at the ready while we powered on home, making the best time yet [we try different routes all the time]. I batted a thousand, catching all 7 times she hurled. She hasn't done too badly now that we're home and I'm carefully listening to the monitor, hoping that she sleeps and that the other two don't get what she had.