Don't come knockin' on our door....OK, you can knock on the door, but don't come all the way into our living room. You'll be bombarded by an odoriferous concoction of yummy candle, Febreeze, vinegar and water, carpet cleaner, and vomit. Seriously, could this be any more disgusting (I'm in the middle of watching Friends; can you tell?).
Ethan had a little overdose of fun on our trip to California this past weekend. I think all the traveling, late nights, heat, spoiling, etc., etc. finally caught up with our little guy today. He is just feeling crummy and not keeping anything down. Sadie thinks it's a special treat to eat second-time-mangos.... ew.
Say a prayer for Ethan tonight. It's always difficult to see your little one so miserable. As he was falling asleep, in a weak voice he said, "Mommy, is it tomorrow?" I told him that it wasn't yet. "When the sunshine comes up, then it's tomorrow, and then I will feel better?" Goodness, I hope so!
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