Six hours of throwing up from 4-10-ish last night. A night spent on the couch, restlessly sleeping, and then being woken up early by Jason having to get up for work. And then just still not feeling 100% meant that, after she gave up on trying to eat any lunch because she "just want(ed) to lay down on the couch and rest, Mommy," I looked over to find her conked out a little while before actual nap time.
This is a kid who doesn't fall asleep ANYwhere except her bed because you just might miss something if you do.
I hate having a sick kid.
(And, for the record, those pants are a size 6-9 month. Lands End baby clothes ran big, so they were really more like 12m, but, yes, they still fit just fine in the waist and are just getting to be shorter and shorter capris.)
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