Sunday, February 21, 2010

Just miles away from the Phelps in Irvine (first stop!) and a reprieve from strawberry milk puke smell. H gets carsick, actually he started completely screaming and going crazy right in Barstow, we knew he probably would eventually puke and just had to wait for it. He is finally back to being pink and animated. Dramatically, I think it was a head injury as result of Penelope bashing him on the head with the leapster, not cool. We'll see if she makes it to Disneyland tomorrow, after 2 days of no naps it may be another nightmare, but I will now hope for the best.

2 comments:

Liz said...

Oh, how I love your writing. Hilarious!

But no, not cool about the throw up smell.

Brittany Simmons said...

oh no- throw up on a drive- that reminds me of dallin throwing up going into the lincoln tunnel and driving up to the marriott in NYC with puke all inside and outside the car.... anyways, if you are here for a while, it'd be fun to meet up!