Don't leave home without it

Coleson was just a toddler when he unexpectedly (very unexpectedly) proved to us his inability to hold his own on the road (lunch that is). We were on one of our frequent trips over to Muncie to visit my grandparents. We were approaching the halfway mark in Kokomo, when suddenly, out of no where, come those choking, gasping, sobs, followed by the sudden slopping and splashing sound of stomach contents hitting nearby objects. What?!? I didn't know you were sick, buddy. You didn't say anything or cry or make any signals of feeling sick. But you are definitely sick. And all over daddy's brand new, fresh off the assembly line truck. Guess what that truck smells like to this day when it gets really hot outside?? So maybe that was just a coincidence. Several more similar incidents prove, without a doubt, that this is not a coincidence. There is definitely a pattern forming here. This kid gets car sick. Major. He comes by it naturally. So by the time Coleson was 3, we were adding to Dramamine's bottom line. Don't leave home without it.

No other children have shown any signs of being afflicted.

In July, I headed off unexpectedly to Utah. The flight was a last minute flight and left at 2:30 in the afternoon. Landing in Vegas, after a short lay-over, at like 11 pm. Not ideal. We usually prefer the 7 am flight straight through that lands by 9 am in Vegas. It's like the day barely started and we've already traveled a day's worth. So this trip was different. We were all quite tired by the time we reentered the plane after the layover. The kids are normally heading off to la la land at the time the plane took off for Vegas. Finally, we land. We are all exhausted. Ethan slept 20 minutes the whole day. I'm worried about my dad. Horrible turbulence- I HATE flying. Katie cried and wanted me to hold her the whole 2 hours. Flying with children is so much fun isn't it? My sister meets us at the airport for the final 2 hour leg of our journey as we drive to St. George. She brings her little car and it takes a little work to make 2 car seats, suit cases, and a double stroller fit. Then a bathroom trip. Then Ethan is fed up waiting and needs to nurse NOW. We had barely pulled out of the airport parking garage and were scouting for someplace to grab a quick bite to eat on the go, when, again VERY unexpectedly, Katelyn proves her same inability to hold down her excessive number of fruit snacks and cereal bars from that day. Becca and I are faces glued to the windows looking for the interstate direction signs (tourists- sheesh!) when we hear gag gag splash! Whaww!!!!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?! We pull over in some sparsely populated parking lot (we alarmingly realized later that we were not in a safe place- yikes!) Becca jumps out of the car and was using every ounce of energy to keep her lunch safely inside herself. I lovingly pull Katie out of the car (poor tired, sick girl) to find that she has evacuated every bit of food she's eaten for the past WEEK all over herself, her carseat, and Becca's car. My patience is really fading. I literally had to scoop it out- like my hand disappeared completely as if being submerged in a bath tub. I thought Bec was going to pass out. 45 minutes later, 2 crying children, a little after midnight- let's forget the food and just find the interstate. Then comes that blood curdling sound again. Stop. Clean up again. Then we're on the road again. Then comes that call again. Poor girl. Poor Becca. In all this time we've barely made it across 2 connecting parking lots. We start wondering if we can even make it to St. George that night or if we should just give up and find a hotel. But Katie's practically empty by then, so we just made a run for it. She continued on with her gagging throughout the trip, although less productive with each successive occurrence. We had been on the ground from the flight for nearly 3 hours by the time we finally hit the interstate to Utah. Ahhh!!!!!!!! This trip ranks amongst the top 2 of our worst trips ever- only our California trip in '06 could beat it. So, long story short, my kids get car sick. DO NOT leave home without the Dramamine.