At 10 AM, already behind schedule, we pulled away from our apartment building in a rental SUV crammed with various-sized bags, presents, snacks, books, baby dolls, more snacks and crayons. We had two days to get to Wisconsin. What could go possibly wrong?
10:15 AM: 2-year-old is seemingly starving even though she had breakfast before we left. Hand her banana bread and milk to ease the transition of being harnessed down for the next seven hours.
10:45 AM: 2-year-old begins whimpering and throws up aforementioned breakfast, all over herself and car seat. Somehow she misses rental car seat and chair in front of her. For that we are silently grateful.