When to cry over spilt milk
Taking a one-year-old on a road trip can change a four hour journey to a five hour headache. Joshua does well in the car. He likes it when we sing to him and he can generally fall asleep on his own. We turned his car seat around about a month ago, so now he can see us and it is easier to feed him from the front seat.
On the drive home from Washington last Monday Joshua was sleeping and I was trying to do the same (don’t worry, I wasn’t driving). I woke up when Joshua started to cry for no apparent reason – sometimes he just doesn’t want to be strapped down. Amanda suggested I give him his milk to try and calm him back to sleep. This particular sippy cup had a plastic cap that I had to take off but for some reason I was having some trouble. I tried pulling and was trying to hurry because Joshua wasn’t calming down. So I tried twisting…I recommend NOT twisting. The entire cap started coming off spilling milk onto my seat. I had to take my blanket that was keeping me nice and warm and use it to wipe up the milk. This was after it soaked into my pants leaving me uncomfortably chilly. On top of that, I couldn’t find my sandwich, and Joshua didn’t even really want the milk. Oh yeah… and Amanda was laughing at me. I was still wet an hour later when we switched drivers at the rest stop.
Talk about a reason to cry over spilt milk.
On the drive home from Washington last Monday Joshua was sleeping and I was trying to do the same (don’t worry, I wasn’t driving). I woke up when Joshua started to cry for no apparent reason – sometimes he just doesn’t want to be strapped down. Amanda suggested I give him his milk to try and calm him back to sleep. This particular sippy cup had a plastic cap that I had to take off but for some reason I was having some trouble. I tried pulling and was trying to hurry because Joshua wasn’t calming down. So I tried twisting…I recommend NOT twisting. The entire cap started coming off spilling milk onto my seat. I had to take my blanket that was keeping me nice and warm and use it to wipe up the milk. This was after it soaked into my pants leaving me uncomfortably chilly. On top of that, I couldn’t find my sandwich, and Joshua didn’t even really want the milk. Oh yeah… and Amanda was laughing at me. I was still wet an hour later when we switched drivers at the rest stop.
Talk about a reason to cry over spilt milk.
posted by Skippy @ 11:38 AM
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He he... okay that's pretty funny. I'm with Manda. I do hope you did thoroughly clean any milk that got on the car seat though... otherwise you're never gonna wanna set foot in your car again pretty soon... eugh.
My goodness, my dear, where has the time gone? Post another one! I know there's a lot going on in your life...there must be SOMETHING funny to comment on :c) I looooove you.
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