Adventures in Motherhood

Landon turned 18 months this past week so I decided to go get his 18 month pictures taken (or "made" as you Texans would say). It was a bit last minute but the morning I called the studio, they had an appointment. YIPPEE!! So, I got Landon all decked out and he was looking extra cute, I must say. He had on a brand new powder blue shirt with some really cute Khakis and brown shoes. I even thought to put his light jacket over his shirt in case he drooled or something because I was just thinking of EVERYTHING that morning. So, off we went....and only 3 minutes after my scheduled "target departure time." Sweet. Everything was really going smoothly. We didn't get stuck behind a train. YEE-HAW! That is always a bonus. We made it threw the lights with ease! YES! This WAS my day! It was just a fine morning and Landon and I (okay, just me) were singing along with the "Kid's Praise" cd. Not only was everything perfect but I was pulling into the parking lot with FOUR minutes to spare before the appointment time. Seriously...what a FABULOUS day! BUT, then I heard it....the sound of Landon vomitting. Before I turned around I naively thought that maybe, possibly, he didn't get it on his pants or if he did, we could somehow camouflage it. Negative. BIG negative.

After cleaning him up, I managed to scrounge together an outfit with an extra pair of pants that I keep in the diaper bag and a shirt I brought for an outfit change. We got a few pictures taken and the sweet boy was fine the rest of the day. However, almost as tramatic (for me) as the initial clean up was having to put Landon BACK into his nasty carseat for the ride home....with the vomit smell all of the way.

Next time I have decided that I won't dress Landon until we get to the studio. So, if you see a woman walk into a portrait studio with a naked baby, chances are it's me.