Well, it's happening again. Another fierce winter snow storm...this time it's categorized as an actual
Blizzard. We hunkered down, canceled my Saturday afternoon Mixed Craft Club, stocked up on essentials and updated our Netflix queue.
Then today, we sat in the house and watched the snow fall.
and fall.
and fall.
Last night Evangeline refused dinner, stating in a small, mouse-like voice that her
tummy hurted. And around 6:35 the vomiting began.
And she barfed.
and barfed.
and barfed.
This was the only pictured I managed to snap today in between changed blankets, giving baths, song singing, head petting and feeding her fluids, toast and applesauce...which was always inevitably thrown up within 30 minutes. Due to eventual lack of clean sheets and blankets, she finally ended up in our big bed where I took her this bowl with dry toast.
Tomorrow we head to the laudromat to have our king sized comforter cleaned.
I should have known better.