were back in our own home instead of in someone else’s home. it’s always better to be sick in your own home, am i right?
we made it to the house without any more vomit, and i pulled my poor little girl out of that nasty car seat and took her straight to the bathtub. as i was running her bath, filled with pity as i looked at my poor child… she started dancing. lots of dancing (it’s her favorite thing these days) and then i knew that she was going to be okay. i still had a lot of vomit to clean up (ugh) but my baby doll was going 