Beyond the Storm

So last week Saturday Clare was visiting with her uncle Ben while Elizabeth and I worked on a major cleaning project that couldn't really be done while Clare was napping or with Clare's "help." She didn't really eat much that day and so we knew something was up. At bed time, I said nite nite and got my 'luvs and tisses.' Clare and Elizabeth went up to get ready for bed and a few moments later I heard a panicked scream of my name coming through the monitor.

I ran upstairs not knowing quite what to expect and walked into the room to find the kiddo sitting on the edge of her mom's lap crying somewhat hysterically because she was scared about what she had just done. It turns out she had a stomach flu and had just tossed her cookies (more accurately, blueberries--sorry, you probably didn't want to know that) for the first time. Sad, sad kiddo.

So she ended up waking a few more times that night and each time it was for the same general purpose. We did a lot of laundry that night :-)

On Sunday we did a very laid back day. Much time was spent watching "Horton Hears a Who," the movie that is quickly replacing "Beast" (Beauty and the...) as her favorite. Thank you Fox studios for teaching my daughter to say "poop butterflies." And then on Monday she was back to good.

Monday night I came home and was hungry. As it turns out, it was not hunger, but the very same type of feeling Clare likely felt on Saturday night. Luckily I have better aim and so there was less laundry and no carpet cleaning required.

But it is a few days in the past now and I think we are beyond the storm. we are just praying that Elizabeth doesn't somehow get it.

This morning we went to the Big Backyard for a playdate and it is the first time Clare did not cling to our legs when we first got there. We walked in the door and she was gone! Across the room seeking a ball or a slide, or a scooter. She is a cutie pie and with her, it is hard to be doing anything but Living the Dream!