Oh What a Night!

Sadly last night I woke up to Whit screaming and when I walked in she had thrown up all over her bed and herself. I put her in the tub and just when I shut off the water, she barfed again. I didn't get the bucket there in time. So we went into the other bathroom and started a new bath. She was shivering so bad. She got out and we got things settled for bed-I was sleeping on the memory foam with her on the floor in her bedroom. We had to clean up the bed two other times. My sleep was definitely deprived and I had a hard time dealing with the throw up. Thankfully Russ helped out a little, but he needed to get some sleep so he could work so i mostly dealt with it.

And to heighten the sympathy: to anyone that reads this blog, I am very happy to announce that I am pregnant in my first trimester, so you can only imagine how crappy it was cleaning up throw up and trying oh so hard not to throw up yourself. Ok, I will end there before I really gross you out more than I already have. But I must say that it is the saddest thing watching your little one be sick-I hate it. She was a trooper though and seemed to bounce back fast. Me on the other hand, not so much. I'm couch bound for now.

Home Sweet Home!

What I love about Home....
My own bed
Whitney's room is far enough away I don't hear her at night
My peeps-I will finally have a social life
All my kitchen supplies-meaning better food!
All my cloths
Child proof looks and gates-poor Whitney
Having two cars
Rumbi's-Mmmm, that was missed.
and believe it or not, My stairs. (I never knew hiking up and down them all day long kept me in better shape.)
And of course I must mention, Whitney was very happy to see all her toys again. It was like Christmas Day! She didn't want to go to bed, and when she woke up in the morning she reached out for them and couldn't wait for dad to get her out so she could play.