Poor sweet Allie seems to have a touch of a stomach bug. She didn't feel well at all last night and is still recovering her previous luster this morning. Let's see: yes, the blue bucket has come in handy, the toast has been sitting on her tummy for over an hour -- and I even put cinnamon sugar on it, the cup contains 7-up; it too has remained virtually untouched, and aren't those the saddest eyes you've ever seen on this kiddo?!
In other news: Adam is far more upright this morning than Allie. He went off to work feeling mostly okay and just a little bit not okay. With a little Compazine in his pocket as an insurance policy against any nausea, he bravely faced the day.
Tonight? Nutcracker or No Nutcracker? Probably no nutcracker. Sigh.
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