A few seconds later, vomit. All over Brooke, all over the car seat. Fortunately, I had decided to pull off I-10 at literally the last off ramp on the outskirts of Phoenix. I pulled into a parking lot and if you know me at all there would be no way I would attempt to clean this disaster. After looking at Brooke (who is crying) I decide the car seat must come out of the car. I remove Brooke, take off her clothes and she is now naked in the parking lot (still crying). I look around and pray that a Walmart (which is the only possible store that would carry a car seat in this town) is in the next parking lot. I hand Brooke (now wearing a diaper) to mom and just saw "Hold Her", I drive to the next parking lot and wouldn't you know it, we see a Walmart. :)
For at least 15 minutes I try to get the car seat out of the car. There is something about the car seat clips that make it virtually impossible for me to get it out. This is always a problem but when vomit is involved it is probably much less likely that I am going to be successful. I decide that when I purchase the new car seat I will also purchase some industrial strength scissors. So I proceed to purchase the following: Car Seat, paper towels, Antibacterial Clorox wipes, Baby wipes, a Sierra Mist, a razor blade thingy (just in case) and a pack of industrial scissors. I felt like MacGyver cutting the car seat out, a good cleaning, no vomit smell and an hour and a half later we were on our way. Longest trip home from Phoenix in quite awhile.