This should not have been a problem, except for the fact that we had just gotten Wesley a new carseat. It's a convertible rear facing that will rear face until he's 35 lbs, if we choose. And, it sits him straight up.
Getting gas before leaving Center. Notice how happy he looks?
Just as we turn off the loop in Nacogdoches (on our way to Lufkin), I hear what sounds like him gagging. What's a mom to do? I take my seatbelt off and crawl through the seats with Jud driving down the road! And, it looks like an orange gusher has gone off! Okay, so the good news? We had towels and his swim trunks in a bag in the floor board from where we were going swimming last Sunday and didn't. Bad news? I had four wipes in his wipe container! By this time, he's gushed two more times. So, I start cleaning up as best as I could while Jud turns around and heads to Wal-Mart in Nacogdoches. So, by the time he gets us there, Wesley is shirtless (a feat when I couldn't unfasten his seat) and cleaned up minus his shorts (couldn't get those off without unfastening his seat belt). We take him out, Jud takes the dirty shorts off, and puts his swim trunks on him. During this, I try to finish cleaning his car seat the best that I can and, then, try to unravel myself from the back seat.
Then, we head into Wal-Mart. Another adventure all it's own. They have renovated this WalMart, so it no longer looks like ours. It no longer has the dash between Wal and Mart, and most everything is in a completely different place! First part of the adventure? You try walking into WalMart with a ten-month-old boy with no shirt on. Imagine the looks a mom receives from women walking around. I wanted to ask them had their child never got sick on the only full outfit they had. I didn't ask. Then, Jud decides he wants to go look to see if this WalMart has any golf stuff that our Wal-Mart doesn't have. Needless to say, it did not. As we are leaving the golf aisle, I almost run over three hispanic children who come running full speed around the corner. I tell them to stop running in the store before they get hurt or end up hurting someone else. For the good that did me. We cross paths with these same children THREE more times, still running and with not a parent in sight. This is when I remind my husband of the wonderful blog of a friend of ours, Morgan. Then, I proceed to go into a rant (a quiet rant, but a rant non the less) about how letting your child run in a store is disrespecting other shoppers, other parents who have their children controlled, and how I would pop Wesley's (again, ten months old, at the present time) butt right in the store if he acted like that. So, finally we make it back to the baby stuff to get Wesley a clean outfit and a container of wipes for the car. This is all we went into Wal-Mart for and spent $57 by the time we came out.
Have I mentioned that I hate Wal-Mart or WalMart??
So, then we decide to go through a drive-thru to get something to eat. I LOVE Chick-fil-a and it makes Jud sick. So, he goes through Chick-fil-a for me and then goes through Jack-in-the-box for him. Well, we don't do Chick-fil-A a lot due to this. So, I chose to get a milkshake with my meal and propped it in the floor board while I ate my meal. Asking for disaster, you say? Yep! Before we could get out of Nacogdoches on the way home, it tipped over and spilled EVERYWHERE!
Then, after getting that cleaned up the best that I could, Wesley started screaming. Picture 30 minutes of a ten-month-old child screaming. And, yes, he did scream the WHOLE way home. We get home and he is still screaming as I take him into the house. Needless to say, by the time I got him into the kitchen to eat, he was so worked up, he could barely eat his dinner. He, then, fell asleep watching his Daddy playing Xbox.
A quiet end to a very eventful evening!
Love,
Jud, Amanda, and Wesley
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