12th love

I love when my kids are healthy and happy.

We have had a hard night. I took Wyatt and the kids to Family Math night at the school. Lincoln had to work late. I quickly showered at 6:15. We had painters here all day, and I never had time to before. I fed my kids some yummy homemade soup while I dried my hair, and then we ran out the door. I got home and got them all into bed, and then I heard Simone cry. I went to pick her up and noticed her head was soaking wet. I turned on the light and discovered the worst thing ever. Do I even need to say it? Throw up. She has thrown up ELEVEN times since then. ELEVEN! After a bath, many pajama changes (myself and Simone), dirty sheets and towels, tummy rubs, and rocking the sun came up. A sick baby is the saddest thing. I do love that I can rub her feet and she stops crying, if I set one foot down she lifts the other in the air as a little hint to keep going.