Two Fridays ago my Uncle passed away. Bad thing, right? Well we had to drive all the way to Western Pennsylvania for the funeral. We saw family and that was good. Funerals are never fun, but it was nice to see everyone. Well the day we are set to leave KJ had a massive poopy blow-out in his diaper. No other way to explain it. Then he proceeds to barf all over our friends carper where we were staying. We just want to get home so we pack up our sick baby and begin the 6.5 hour drive. Can I just say puke, poop and car seats don't mix so well? Pulling over on Route 80 and emptying a nasty car seat cover is no fun.
We got home and then Kevin got sick with whatever KJ had (and still has mind you). Poor KJ just stands around and whines at us all day until we cuddle him. He is not barfing anymore but still has... well, I won't go there. Just try to imagine changing crib sheets 4 times in less than 48 hours. Blech! I need a real vacation!