The drive home from Montreal started out pretty good.
Before I hit the road, a stop by Schwartz's for a Montreal smoked meat sandwich was on the to-do list. Surprisingly, it wasn't too busy and I got my order in seconds. A delicious sandwich, the most to die for fries and two juicy and sour pickles....heaven!
But after that it all went down hill. Without going into too many disgusting details lets just say that Noah decided or rather had no control and made a huge mess of himself and the car. An explosive diaper and puke...my guy came down with something bad and it wasn't a pretty scene.
There I was with a naked, poopy and pukey baby in a running car on St. Laurent Street. Classy...yep.
I had no clean clothes left, so Noah got back into his jammies from the night before, got as comfy as he could and then bless his heart went to sleep for the entire drive home.
It was a long drive and I could barely keep my eyes open.
I passed about 3 Tim Horton's and debated a stop, but I was afraid of Noah waking up and just wanted to get home as fast as I could.
2 hours later we were home and into a bath and then clean clothes....and that is the story of our not so exciting trip home. The picture of me in the car is just after the explosive diaper and puke incident. I'm telling you it was bad.