Vomitfest 2010

Poor Jillian had a rough weekend. This began with her polite decline of the Happy Meal her dad brought home for her Friday evening, and suddenly turned to repeated vomiting. I'll spare you the details, but she gave the term "blowing chunks" a whole new meaning! I was caught in the crossfire more than once. We spent the long night doing lots of laundry, baths, and snuggling with our sickly one instead of out on the town for our scheduled date night. I was so thankful that Matt was actually home because clean-up was definitely a two person job with this illness. It had our girl plum-tuckered out as you can see.

I am please to report that she recovered within a couple days and is now back to her usual spunky self. It's no fun to be sick!