my sleep, his sleep, her sleep...but not the baby's sleep. So I guess that is one teeny, tiny bright spot in the night from hell. Grace woke up at 1:30, 2:15, 5:00 and 6:00 barfing her guts up. Oh how lovely. She had pork chops and broccoli for dinner followed by a delicious chocolate milk shake. Yeah, you can imagine what a beautiful color and texture the vomit was. Sorry, I just feel the need to put all you readers there with me for just a second. It is now around 10am and the poor child cannot keep down one bite of a pedialyte popscicle without hacking bile. Sorry again. Now my mission in life is to keep the wee little one from getting infected. Ha, Ha, Ha! What a funny joke! One can dream.
Good day to all!