quint and I had plans with a group of people to go about an hour outside of amsterdam to a blueberry patch to pick blueberries. Sounds like a fun idea right? Well about 1/2 way there, I started feeling urpy. Not really that great. I just brushed it off. Then Quint yacked all over himself. It stunk up the car so I puked like 3 times. We got to the blueberry patch and I took apart quint's car seat and cleaned it and left him in a diaper because I wasn't smart enough to bring an extra change of clothes. At least I had a windbreaker for him. I also hadn't brought a stroller because I assumed it wouldn't work on the blueberry fields. So the entire time we were there, Quint was eating blueberries. A lot of them. So the entire ride home was a blueberry puke fest. I feel so bad for my friend's car.
We are supposed to do another road trip next week and she suggested we take the train