We are now 25 1/2 hours vomit-free. V is back to her old self, and I am slowly trying to wean her off the hours and hours of cartoons that she's become accustomed to in the last 2 days. Tres is gone on a long bike ride to rid his lungs of "sick air" and I have had a shower. All is good in the world.
I hope it's safe to say we survived.
Words from the formerly sick child herself:
Before you ask, I have no idea why she says no more hot water. She must still be a little delirious from a day of no solid food.
1 comment:
I think it's pretty impressive that she could sing her statement. She's already pening original tunes at her tender age. Hmmm?
AC
PS: So glad she's feeling betta!
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