All Better, For Some

Louisa was home sick today because she had a fever yesterday at school and then threw up all over me as I carried her to the car. She was pretty freaked out because that is the first time she has ever vomited. And YUCK! Did you see the part where I said she threw up "all over" me?
Standing outside of the daycare with meatballs and Rotini (or maybe it was Gemelli) clinging, warmly, to my shirt and shoes was a bit of a freak out for me too. I remained very calm and got her undressed and into her car seat. I then tried to slyly round the car, concealing my puke patterned shirt, to take off my own shirt for the awkward ride home. I got a few looks from people as they gazed over to see a crying little girl with no clothes and a haggard guy with no shirt in a Subaru Outback.

Louisa made herself "all better" by helping herself to Dove ice cream bars at 8am this morning while Gus looked as if he'd eaten an entire box of ice cream bars when Aimee got him ready for a bath. And after his bath, he peed on himself. Twice.