Ashley and I were sitting on the couch talking about our days. We heard a cry from Eden's room. "That didn't sound good. You want to go in or me?" asked Ashley. "I'll do it."
As soon as I opened the door, the smell hit me ... vomit ... and lots of it.
Eden was sitting up saying "Yuckie. Yuckie. Yuckie." and pointing at it. I quickly got her up, turned around, and handed her to Ashley (who had run to see the commotion). While I got the sheets off the bed and into the washing machine, Ashely got Eden cleaned up.
After a minute, she was as good as new - good mood and all. We sat on the big bed for a little while and read her requested book - Baby Bird's First Nest. All was well. That is until it happened again. We should have known better than to let her drink a lot of water, but we didn't. It was less solid, but still not fun.
A brief strip down in the bath tub followed by a head cleaning, new pjs, a new book, more new pjs (she was "hot"), and some rocking, and she's back in bed ... hopefully for the rest of the night. Word is that Keegan, her buddy from PDO, experienced this on Wednesday night and her teacers were out most of the week, too. Fun.
(We'll spare you the pictures.)
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