Ellie barfed on Saturday night around 8pm.
All over the kitchen floor.
Then again around midnight.
All over herself, bed, sheets, lovey, etc...
Then again around 3:42am.
in the bucket (praise God!)
Then again around 6:15.
in the bucket again (praise God again!)
Then again, every hour on the hour for the next 24 hours.
I don't even want to talk about the time she threw up in the bucket then accidently knocked it off the couch and barf went everywhere.
Peach oatmeal barf.
Don't even want to think about it.
I hate the 24 hour barf virus.
It can rot in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks.
Kids are resiliant though aren't they? Exactly 24 hours later, she lifted her little sick, sweaty head up off her pillow, proclaimed she felt better, and off she went. Just like that.