This morning was just… Wow. We took Parker to work so we could use the car and then we came home and picked up Ichabod so we could take him to the vet. So first I got lost on the way to our new vet. When we finally arrived, I strapped on the baby carrier and went to get Izzy. When I opened her door I found that she was covered in dog vomit -____- so I now know that Icabod is a silent puker. It was all over the seat and there was a bit on Izzy’s arm and her onesie. So I cleaned her up the best I could (thank god she had been asleep and didn’t eat any of it) *gross* and got her in the carrier. Then we got Ichabod. The vet part wasn’t bad at all. We got fawned over non stop. I mean… I did have a gorgeous baby and the prettiest dog in the office. but it was like 89 degrees in there and With Izzy pressed against me in her carrier, we both started sweating almost immediately. Then I had to fight with Ichabod to get him back in the car (front seat this time, no more puke covered babies) while holding the baby (because I still hadn’t had a chance to clean up the car seat itself) and for some reason he doesn’t mind hopping down, but he’s afraid to hop up into the car, so an awkward battle ensued. I finally get him in and then I have to spend 10 minutes cleaning up rice, chicken, carrots and kale. And then I get turned around AGAIN on the way home and I cry internally until we finally get back home. And now I will never take the two of them on anything more complex than a walk when I’m all by myself EVER AGAIN. THE END.