Rae and I came down with the July flu. Mayci got the August one. Ugh.
Why is it torture to see your kids suffer like this. I. HATE. IT. She woke up not feeling well, but I chalked it up to being tired. Took the safe route and hooked her up with a bowl... thank you sixth sense: ) I was bustling around in the kitchen, and not a peep/wince/or cry from her mouth other than an unusual barfing noise. I ran over to her and bless this most precious three year old ever, she had her face in the bowl.