Willow Tree

And it is Always Fun at Our House

I'm downstairs in front of my adored one (the computer) when I hear a sharp cry from upstairs; the Monkey has awoken. I go up, thinking she has to go to the bathroom, but that isn't it---her tummy hurts. But the Monkey often complains about her tummy. Still the sharp cry was unusual. But in a few minutes she falls back asleep so I dismiss it; a dream maybe. A few moments later she wakes again, this time the dh goes to her, and again she settles down, and I head off for the bathroom. I'm just about to re-emerge when there is a knock and a little voice goes

"Ima, I have to throw...."

She sure did. All over the floor in front of hte bathroom. All I could do was sit there and pat the child and try not to get in the way of the spray.

Got her cleaned up, dh got the floor, the lucky guy, got her all cozy in my bed: but it was a restless night. She went back and forth between my bed and my dh's bed and threw up once more before drifting off into a sound sleep.

And all I can think of is "how long will it last" and "who's next?"

Posted by Rachel Ann at September 27, 2004 06:50 AM