whenever we go out, mommy always brings plenty of diapers, wipes, and a change of clothes for ees-nano and me. ees-nano gets a whole spare outfit in case of a diaper blowout. (although, now that she’s eating solids there’s really no chance for a blowout, but mommy still packs a full outfit out of habit.) i only need a change of shirt because the worst that i can do is spill on my shirt, right? WRONG.

i got all dressed up for gung-gung’s birthday dinner and we headed out to redwood city.  it was a long drive, and dada didn’t want to listen to “wheels on the bus” the entire way there, so he gave me his iphone to play words. after i played all of his games, i started watching youtube videos. when we arrived at the restaurant, gung-gung started to unbuckle me from my carseat, and suddenly… i barfed… all over the special outfit that i was wearing. WHOA! everyone was stunned because it came out of nowhere — i hadn’t been sick or fussy or anything. mommy asked me if i was feeling okay. i said yes. then i barfed again. and again. now i know first hand what projectile vomit is.

cousin zoey (and uncle jamie and auntie alyssa) had just pulled up and were waiting for us. i was covered in chunks of my lunch and afternoon snack. gung-gung said we should just go home because he thought i wasn’t feeling well.  but then i announced that i was hungry and everyone knew that i was fine — just carsick from watching videos during the drive.  what to do?

dada looked down the street and saw a CVS, so he ran over there to buy me some new pants.  meanwhile, mommy changed me out of my barf-covered shirt, and smeared chunks all over my face and hair in the process. GROSS!

so i got out of the car to brush the chunks off of me. i was wearing my clean shirt and jacket and barf-covered pants. i was very upset that my pants were dirty, so mommy helped me take them off and let me sit in the car while i waited.  (do you remember the days when mommy would have taken a photo of me in my cute outfit rather than half-nekkid and covered in barf?)

while i was sitting in the car half-nekkid, mommy got a text from dada saying that CVS didn’t have clothes my size.  she considered trying to squeeze my butt into ees-nano’s purple flower leggings, but lucky for me, dada texted again before that plan was put into action.  he had found an old navy a little farther away.

mommy had used half a pack of wipes to clean me (and the carseat) up as best as she could, but my hair still smelled disgusting. so after dada changed me into my new old navy pants, he washed my hair in the restaurant bathroom.

about 30 minutes later than planned, we finally sat down to dinner.  compared  to that adventure, dinner was uneventful.  delicious, but uneventful.  thank goodness.  happy birthday gung-gung!

mommy says that the moral of the story is that i shouldn’t watch videos while riding in the car.  i think the moral of the story is that mommy should pack a whole extra outfit for me when we go out.