Tuesday, March 3


The flu is bad.  But its worse when your 13 month old has it.  Yesterday, walking down the hall to get Annelise up from her morning nap, I could smell the sourness.  She threw up all over her bead.  The bed that I just happened to wash top to bottom the day before.  Figures.  The throwing up stopped, but the diarrhea ensued.  A little sip of water - dirty mess!  So, I'm home from work today, with a sick kiddo.   Things are looking up.  We haven't had a mess yet this morning and she just gladly ate a bowl of oatmeal.  I might regret feeding her that, but hopefully not.  The poor child can't afford to lose anymore weight.

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