Fourth of July Weekend Part 1

We had a mildly interesting weekend.

On Saturday, we decided to go to a drive-in movie. We used to do this when we just had Frances but this was the first attempt with Johann. The movies we went to see were Cars and Nacho Libre.

As is our tradition, we picked up some juice boxes and snacks (cheese puffs and pretzels on this occasion) on the way. It's kinda fun to eat junk food and watch movies (we don't normally get that kind of snack food).

Things were going pretty well other than the car side speakers didn't really work, so we had to use the radio. Frances was having fun sitting in the front seat having juice and eating cheese puffs. Johann was having an okay time sleeping on Arial.

Unfortunately, halfway through Cars, a flaw in our parenting skills became apparent. I was holding Johann and Arial had Frances. I heard some sort of commotion and looked over at the other two in time to see a gush of liquid flow from Frances' mouth onto Arial.

I guess we let Frances have to much junk food and juice.

Frances was obviously scared, so we tried to comfort her (while not spreading the vomit). After a little bit of discussion, I went to the bathroom for paper towels. I could only find toilet paper (and the hand driers were attached to the walls pretty well). So, we cleaned up as much as we could with a large wad of toilet paper.

Then we stripped off Frances' puky clothes and put both of the kids into their car seats. It was a warm night but we gave Frances a blanket anyway. And we left.

Everyone but Johann got a bath/shower that night. While Arial was in the shower, I held both Frances and Johann and rocked in a chair. Frances seemed so pathetic, laying on my chest. I said, "I love you sweetheart" and in this tiny, little voice, she said "too" (which is how she says "I love you, too"). It was the most heartbreaking and heartwarming thing I've ever heard.

She got her bath and fell asleep right away after being put to bed. The next morning she was none the worse for wear. She slept a little longer in the morning but it was like nothing had happened.

She's a tough little girl. (On a side note, she scrapped her knee bloody today but she didn't cry. She was a little unhappy when it happened but for the most part, she didn't let it interrupt her play. She didn't even seem to be that phased when I cleaned up the wound. She is a tough little girl.)

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