Needless to say, Jody and I felt like complete assholes for getting on to her throughout the day when obviously it was all because she didn't feel good (in our defense though, she didn't start running a fever until after the puking began). Unfortunately, the kitchen was not an isolated incident. After it began she was pretty much throwing up every 1-3 hours until about 2:30 this morning. I guess it's a motherhood thing, because poor Jody was not even close to capable of cleaning up after her. So I spent my day mopping up nastiness and doing countless loads of laundry. Sadly, my cel phone was a casualty in one of these many loads. In my rush to strip out of my Taylor-soaked jeans and get them in the wash, I totally forgot that it was in my back pocket. So, if you haven't done so already, email me your phone number, because I totally lost all of my contacts.
On the upside, knock on wood, Taylor has kept everything down since 2:30 this morning and her fever has gone down considerably. She is just going to take it easy today, and I plan on joining her in that effort.
My little pathetic Munkie. She refused to lay in her bed, so we're settling for the floor.
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