Sara started doing what I can only call "puking" nasty mucous all over the place this morning. We each went through three separate outfits before 9am! UGH!!! She's had 4 breathing treatments today, and is asking for another...
it's after 2pm, and she just finally started asking for food... her meal of choice? Goldfish. I love Pepperridge Farm.
The castle is going by the wayside today... all I've been able to manage to do without her in my arms constantly is to fold a few blankets, which she lovingly helped me unfold again.
Sick kids... it's for the birds.
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Oh, poor baby....but, good mama.
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