Throw up: To project

We are here in the valley, minus our alpha male, surrounded by snow capped mountains.

We got in yesterday.

We missed checking our bags by 1 minute.

Waited four hours for the next flight.

Flew one hour to Atlanta.

Ellie fell asleep as we landed.

Dallin fell asleep waiting to get onto our 4 hour flight to SLC.

Ellie fell asleep an hour into the flight.

She slept for an hour, opened her eyes and her mouth and emptied the contents of her stomach all over the two of us.

We were covered.

I was in shock, Ellie was delirious, and Dallin complained of the two tiny little drops he got on his shirt.

Covered in throw up. Sweet!

The nice man sitting next to us, and his wife across the aisle, helped us by getting towels and plastic bags.

He also gave us two of his brand new undershirts so we wouldn't have to wait two more hours covered in contents of a stomach that were no longer contained.

Those airplane bathrooms are great, aren't they? A clean up in the bathroom and two fresh white shirts, we felt somewhat normal.

Then she threw up three more times. Luckily, her stomach was mostly empty by this point, however, we still departed the airport with now, slightly colorful shirts.

They just need to make those barf bags a little bigger.

Dallin was a trooper and sat quietly through it all, after we got his two spots cleaned up, of course.

Amazingly, I was calm through it all.

One thing is for sure, Ellie has my stomach when it comes to motion sickness!

Good times!