That would be Knox’s cow print Britax car seat… covered in puke. I cannot even begin to express how foul of a situation this was. I was driving home from work yesterday, and Knox was sipping on his cup of milk in the back seat. Soon, I started to smell something. It smelled very vomit-like, but I blamed the tiny spot on his shirt that he had doused in milk-puke that morning. He is not a frequent vomiter at this point, but he has a newfound obsession with milk. He screeches in anger when his cup is empty, but if you refill it, he throws up. So, obviously, we are discouraging second helpings of milk at this point.
Anyway, after a while, the smell got stronger. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the culprit: Knox was covered from chin to toe in blanket of puke. Ewwww. I called Trevor and told him he’d better get outside because I was pulling up with quite a surprise for him. We stripped the baby down in the driveway because he was literally dripping vomit. Knox was carried straight upstairs to the bathtub, giggling all the way because it’s funny to get naked outside, you know.
Then I was left alone to contend with the puke-mobile. Oh you guys, I can’t begin to describe the severity of the situation. It seeped into every single crevice of the car seat, every single strap, clip, buckle, whatever was covered and it REEKED. I carried the whole seat inside, read the instructions so I didn’t screw anything up and proceeded to disassemble every disassemblable part. Of course the cover is “hand wash/ line-dry only.” I’m sorry, but that is seriously dumb. Come on, Britax people, kids vomit, spill and generally make a mess- anything that touches their little bodies should be machine washable!! Thankfully, I have leather seats because I don’t even want to think about that clean-up process otherwise! Needless to say, after much handwashing, scrubbing and line-drying, the car seat cover is still quite ripe. I’m going to machine wash it on the gentle cycle tonight because I can’t stand another day spent driving around in a car that smells like curdled milk. Gag.
I think Knox may have a touch of a stomach virus because he thew up again at lunch today, thereby traumatizing my stepbrother who promptly asked for a box for his General Tso’s chicken. Toddlers are not for the faint of heart!
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