So the bad news is that Laura has a stomach virus. She spent the better part of the day with diarrhea and throwing up everything she ate. I think she must have caught it from my dad—we went out to see him Friday night so that Robert could get a little telescope time in at an un-light-polluted area. Apparently, dad was in the gestational period of being sick, or he would have not had us out.
As it happens, Laura threw up on me last night while we were at a friend’s house when we were about to start packing up to leave. I figured she was just not agreeing with all the cheese she had eaten. (Little rat, my girl is.)
Turns out, she didn’t keep the cheese, the milk or the subsequent Pedialyte down. Most of it went on me—I took four showers over the course of two days.
The good news in all of this is that when I was trying to get her undressed this morning after she had spewed on me yet again, I stood her up a few feet away from me so I could pull her arms out of the sleeves. She looked at me, grinned and took three steps right back into my lap.
Yes, my child vomited all over me and then when I pushed her away, she walked right back to me.
I told her that if all she had needed for encouragement to walk was to vomit all over me, I would have let her do that a month ago.
She just grinned at me.
Silly girl.
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