I used to get terribly carsick on rides with my family, but I thought I’d grown out of it. Nope. Apparently, the backseat is a really bad place for me to be in a car, and especially behind the driver. Carrie’s new carseat is behind the passenger seat, and since we had to drive for several hours I sat in the back with her. The first few hours were smooth sailing, but when we hit traffic and it was stop and go for two straight hours I really thought I was going to lose my lunch.
(And Denis wants to drive to Florida next summer when we go on our big family vacation. I think I may have to stock up on Dramamine or something…)