story time.

So, it's hard to get to church lately.  Leyton is still loving his morning nap, so the earlier services can't happen.  And he is not liking nursery lately (oh correction, hating).  I feel so bad!  We've tried to force it and just let him cry, but he cries so hard he hyperventilates! So, this last Sunday we went to our "old" church in Eagan (love Oak Hills).. he was with us for the worship music then we thought we'd try the nursery.  He does ok for a bit, playing with the toys and the other kids, but then he looks around and doesn't see us.. and freeeaks out.  They page us, we go get him, he calms down temporarily, but just can't quite recover.  He keeps crying, so we had no choice but to leave.  Nice 1/2 hour church.

(Side note:  Luke finally got his big boy car fixed.. his BMW.  Transmission went out, but now it's fixed.  He was feeling so excited, so we took a family trip to church in the Beemer.  His nice, sparky, new-ish Beemer.  That's key to the story.. ugh)

So, we're on our way home.. he's just crying a little, almost falling asleep, but keeps crying.  I turn around to help him and all of the sudden..     throw up.  all.  over.  like projectile, everywhere!  We're freaking out and yes, by this time, it is allll over Luke's leather seats.  (ha!)  We pull over, take his clothes off and hold him.  Give it about 5 minutes and a little smile comes across his cute face.  grrrrr..

Apparently, he'd worked himself up so much that he threw up?  We had to deep clean Luke's car, the carseat, all our clothes.  Such a nightmare!  It was a bit stressful, but in the middle of it all, we couldn't help but laugh.  I mean, what are the chances...

and no, there's no photo with this.  for obvious reasons.