Claire has a stomach virus of some sort. She showed up at my bedside this morning at 3:34 AM with puke on her hands. Thus started my awake night. She acted like she felt fine, so I went to bed about 5:30. She watched a movie and fell asleep at some point...only to wake up puking at about 7 AM. John dealt with her while I got some sleep. She fell asleep again and woke me up crying at about 9:30. Luckily, John could stay home and help me. I did an unknown quantity of laundry all day. We knew she was feeling better when she would not stop talking.
At one point at this evening, she had on her "dancing shoes" (purple sequined dress-up shoes) and a red t-shirt (and nothing else). She just walked around and talked about puke. Nice.
We are on the countdown for Ellie's first puke. Stay tuned. =)
UPDATE: No more puke in our house...for now. Today at lunch Claire told Ryan that it wasn't "frowing up", it's "frowing down". She has a good point; at no time was puke going up. Smart girl.
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