So, we survived puke fest here this weekend. Anyone who has a little kid that doesn't understand the concept of the puke bucket knows exactly how much laundry I did this weekend.
It wasn't pretty but Elizabeth and I made it through. I think we're going to take an extra sick day tomorrow just to recover from all the puking, pooping, cuddling and sleeping we did. Amazing how much that can wear you out. But, really odd that this just reminds me how much I adore my daughter. She just clung to me and if I went to another room with out carrying her with me, I'd hear, "Moommmmy... ? Where are you?". Followed shortly thereafter by her attaching herself to my leg and proclaiming that she needed to be held and "I luf you Mommy". I luf her too.
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