Sunday, October 19, 2008

The drive that wasn't meant to be.

{Although posted on Sunday at just after midnight, the events in this post took place on Saturday}

This morning when we woke up, we pretty much were decided that we were going to be taking the car for a spin. We have been without transportation for quite some time. So having just received the plates to the car, we were given a gift. Our freedom to explore this new city (that we have been living in for 4 months and 3 days). But still, a gift.

On our first trip out, before ever leaving the apartment, I had a thought. Or maybe it was a conversation, in my head. So it went something like this, "Self? Yeah... kinda busy right now, what? I know you are cleaning a poopy child who did not use the toilet, and I can see that you were interrupted from trying to get her to sit on the potty because Eddie decided to pour his orange juice on the table on purpose... what are you getting at? I just wanted to say that, when you leave today, why don't you throw an extra set of clothes in the car for Eddie. You know, in case he poops or throws up or something. Huh? Oh OK. But Eddie hasn't really done anything like that in a while. I'm just sayin'. OK. Yeah. Sure."

So we left to take our drive. I forgot the clothes for Eddie. Not to mention that when we turned out onto a main drive, I realized that I had forgotten my camera as well. So we made our leisurely drive a bit shorter than it would have been, because we wanted to get some pictures. We turned back and went to the grocery store to get some food. After the store, we headed home to unload and make some lunch. We hung out here for a while and let the kids play. But once again, we were just itching to drive around. Actually, dh was itching, I was just wanting to get some pictures to share on my blog.

We set out again. Alexa fell asleep in the car, and that was just nice. It was peaceful. Quiet even. Wait a minute. That should have been a warning. Even with one child passed out sleeping, there was sure to be noise coming out of the other one. That still did not make an impression. I was too busy snapping pictures to really pay any attention to the subtlety of that little clue.

In fact, before we ever made it to our destination, we only heard one telltale sign that something was wrong. And it was my son's signature sound he makes right before he vomits. Oh yes. If you have a child who does this, then you know what I'm talking about. You get like 10-15 seconds notice, tops, before it happens. And then my little guy let it go. I tell my dh, "pull over!" and then, "find a McDonald's", like I'm in the freakin' United States. I was just thinking in the moment. I looked at my dh, and he looked at me. Oh. I'm not in the United States. There are no McDonald's "free-standing" restaurants here. Not in the sense that I was looking for, and there wasn't anything of the equivalent either. Ugh!!!! I only had two diapers and not a single stitch of clothing. I did not listen to me. I didn't put a change of clothes in the car like I thought of before, I just didn't. And now I had this pukey kid sitting in the backseat stinking up the car. UGH!! So we basically made a U-turn and headed straight for home. We were in a really old part of town, with terribly old buildings and lots of old bums and a mountain with really rickety old houses sitting on top of each other. There wasn't one single clear or safe place I would even feel comfortable about pulling over to try to clean my son off. Besides, we had nothing anyway to clean him up with. We drove home with the windows down.

Oh and one more funny thing that my child has said. Once we arrived home, Eddie looked down into his lap. He sighed a big hearty sigh. And then he said, "Oh man. How did I throw up on myself?"

Even though our trip was just messed up completely, I did manage to snap a few shots during our drive through the city.

Going into the tunnel. I have no idea how long it is, but it seems to go on forever.

Cerro San Cristobal. You can read a little about it here.

Not a really good picture, but these are the houses that are on the side of the hill. Some of them appear to be stacked on top of one another.

The United States Embassy. It's the short rounded building.

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9 comments:

Mama Smurf said...

EW! Stomach flu? or car sickness?

It could've been worse. He could have puked on his comforter. ;)

Julie said...

Ok, I got my purse post up if you want to read it!

Anonymous said...

Boy does that bring back memories for me and my three kids--yes I know that doesn't count.
Enjoyed the photos of Santiago.
Hope your next outting will be more enjoyable for you guys.
Having kids is always interesting.
Wouldn't trade them tho.
Love ya;
Mom

Shannon said...

Oh, no! Poor thing!

But his comments were funny... like, "Hey, how did that get there?"

Anonymous said...

Ya know ~
it's always an adventure with you!

Poor Eddie!!!
He just can't be normal and sit there and enjoy being out in the car!
Next time... well, I already told you.. get your car Mommy"ed up!
lol

Well, guess we will talk more later!

Love ya
Your Sis

Tonya said...

I came here from Julie's blog. She said you were super cool and I am thinking you are super funny! I could totally smell the puke as I was reading your post. Nothing beats being the MOM :)

Mamasphere said...

Puke in the car is awful! Gabi has been throwing up on long car rides, and my car needs a major wash out. Nice way to christen your car, lol.

Great pics! So fun to see Santiago.

Caitlin said...

Poor Eddie. Hahaha, he's too funny though with his little comments!!
Don't you hate that when that little voice in the back of your head, tells you stuff like that and you don't listen? Man, that bites!
Nice pictures of Chile! Glad that you have your car!!
Love ya tons,
Caitlin

365steph said...

Oh beautiful pictures! I feel like I'm closer to you than +6000 miles!

I'm so glad you got your car! How wonderful it will be not to HAVE to be cooped up all the time. :)

I am sad though that your fun car ride ended up STINKING, literally. Sorry, I couldn't resist! Poor guy!

...and next time, let the first thing you do be "listen to your head" before doing anything else, or you'll forget! You are not alone my friend!