We went to Utah for Labor Day. It was a nightmare! Naomi apparently has a touch of my extreme motion sickness, and she threw up more times than we could count. As yucky as it was for us, I wanted to cry for her. How do you explain to a 2 year old that she has to stay in her carseat for LOTS more hours of driving?
The 10 hour drive stretched into many more hours...and we finally gave up and spent the night in a Kanab hotel. Here we are the next morning, checking out the wagons outside our room before heading on to Monroe.
Matt saved the day here. He sat in the back of the car for 99.8% percent of the trip. He dealt with the screaming infant who spit out his pacifier over and over. He comforted Naomi, got soaked over and over by her vomit, and sang songs to her. We might have survived the trip without him but I highly doubt it. THANK YOU!!!
I must admit I always thought my parents had some intelligence issues. They knew how carsick I get (apparently one time on a 13 hour drive, the only time I stopped throwing up was when the car was stopped), yet they still stuck me in the car every year and hauled me off to Iowa, California, or some other destination which was states away. I now sympathize with them. There is room for debate: is it worse to throw up for 13 hours or to have someone throwing up on you for 13 hours?
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