Friday, March 15, 2013

She is the happiest sick baby.

We had a glorious dinner planned with friends for our last night in BC. There were hot tubs in the offing. The pack-n-play and the portable high chair and Eleanor's dinner and EVERYTHING was ready to go, and then Eleanor violently barfed up everything she's ever eaten, and we had to turn the car around (after pulling over and cleaning off as much barf as a half-empty pack of wipes can clean off).

On the way home she barfed up everything she's ever THOUGHT about eating.

Then Gigi gave her a long and splash-happy bath and she got to eat her dry toast on the couch while watching figure skating with Papa.

She will be sick any old time if she gets such treats afterward.

1 comment:

Vasilly said...

Awww. I hope Eleanor feels better soon.