Why is it all my vacations have vomit in them somewhere. Take this last week. Grandpa took us to dinner at Hires in Salt Lake, Marcus throws up. Neil throws up on the drive back home and then again at home. (blue on the carpet, why is vomit never clear?)
When we went to Disneyland last year, Marcus threw up his $15.00 lunch as soon as we left the restaurant. Of course, not to be outdone Neil threw up the first time we went to Disneyland.
I can't even count the number of times we've had to turn around 10 minutes into our trip because someone threw up in the car. They don't throw up when we go shopping, or to Costco, but somehow thier little bodies know that it's not just a trip to the store, it's a road trip so there must be vomit. I wonder if they draw straws to see who should do it. Whatever happens, we never travel without an empty bucket, towels, handy changes of clothes and now paper towels too. Vomit, Vomit, Vomit!
It doesn't seem to matter how many times we tell Dahlia that only Veronica and aunt Erin can cut hair. She still finds a way. She was snipping up parts of her bathing suit today and I took away the scissors. She found another pair and disappeared into the bathroom with Jacob while I was helping the boys with their homework. I noticed how quiet it was and went to investigate. The bathroom door was locked. Bad sign. Nobody answered when I knocked, then I knew there was trouble. I even counted to three before unlocking the door. Jacob sat curled up with his hands over his face in the corner and Dahlia was hiding in the tub. There was hair everywhere and an obvious attempt to clean up the hair with a bunch of very wet towels. Jacob looked terrible, but he proudly showed off his Dahlia haircut. Mary said it was okay, but I still feel bad. Poor Jacob will need to be buzzed to the scalp.
