This is a tradition I could do without. E, again on the anniversary of last year's violent vomiting episode, was up throwing up for the better part of the wee hours this morning. And I of course was running the obstacle course between the washing machine, bathroom and her bedroom. After a few bites of toast for breakfast she spent most of the morning watching a movie and in a nice deep bath. Her appetite has yet to return, and seems content to just nurse her water bottle. Who knows if it was just all the excitement of a New Year party at a friends house in combination with the emotions of picking her dad up from the airport late last night, a stomach bug, or maybe something she ate? Either way, I believe the worst is behind us, and hopefully she'll be her old self just in time for school on Monday.
But today is a nap day; for everyone.