Bleeeahhh

Is there anything sadder for a parent than hearing your child puking? Poor Bella walked in the house tonight and let loose on the foyer rug (it was on it's way out anyway...), and then spent the evening spitting up whatever was left, water, pedialyte, oxygen, parameciums, and the cosmic ether, apparently.

It's just so hard... and she's being very polite - telling us to watch out because here comes some more, and don't get it on our clothes, and maybe we should leave the room so we don't get sick too?

Such a sweetie. All indications are this is a fast but fierce one (perhaps related to the evil that waylaid me a few weeks back?)

Back to the bedside! Suffice it to say, the Olympics shall be Tivo'ed and savored at a later time.