Driving Mr. Lucas

I took my first trip to Buffalo, NY with only my son 2 weeks ago.  Usually my husband drives us to Columbus, OH where we meet my mom who then drives us to Buffalo.  But since we have 2 cars now (we love hand me down vehicles!) we decided that as long as I felt comfortable driving the 12 hours to Buffalo with just me and my 2 year old, then I would do it alone.

Crazy?  Perhaps.  Adventurous?  Totally.  

We've been taking our son on road trips ever since he was born, so it wasn't that big of a deal.  Figure, he did fantastic in the car ride from Miami, FL to Knoxville, TN in January.  And THAT was a 14 hour drive.  Granted, I was in the backseat with him.  Nevertheless, I had faith.  And we had a DVD player and lots of videos.

Well, we had barely made it into Kentucky when my sweet child got car sick.  Understand that his movie had stopped and I was waiting for the rest area to put a new one in.  So during this time he was watching all the cars and trucks.  He had to have been getting so dizzy!  I remember looking in the rearview mirror and just seeing pure discomfort on his face and then he just threw up.  AUGH.  Milk and Apple Jacks.  Yuck.  I had to pull over on the I-75 North to clean him up.  If I was tired, the smell of sour milk surely woke this Momma up!  

Once I got him cleaned up as best as I could, the plan was to pull over at the next exit and get some air freshener.  Wouldn't luck have it, the exit I choose there is an accident?  What the heck?!  I manage to get around it and find a gas station.  We get in, use the bathroom and go in search of air freshener - anything to make the car smell better.  While walking the aisles, Lucas grabs the biggest packet of M&M's he could carry.  Whatever.  If it makes you feel better, have 'em!  By the grace of God I find Febreeze.  Who cares that the thing costs almost $5.  I need to be able to breathe for the next 10 hours.  We pay for our goods and head for the car.

Before I even let my sweet child in, I spray his seat down and every piece of fabric I could find.  If I got pulled over they probably would've thought I was covering up an illegal substance smell, not sour milk puke.  Thankfully, the smell is GONE!  Hallelujah!  We get buckled in, put on another movie and resume the long drive north.

I am happy to report that was the only incident we had.  I also learned how to change out the movie in the DVD player while driving.  Not very safe, but it was effective.

 The rancid smell of  puke was a great way to keep one awake, though.  Maybe I should bottle that smell and market it as a "stay awake and alert" product. It's better than No-Doz.  hahahahaha  

My son sporting my new southern sun hat that I got at the Fair in New York.

Ain't he the cutest?  

♥ Bless his heart. ♥

Counting it all joy,

Angela