Nothin' like a barfin' baby to remind me I'm a mother!

Poor Emma! She was sick ALL day on Mother's Day. Saturday night she was going to spend the night with our neighbors and ended up coming home around 11:00 p.m. when about a quarter of town had a power outage. She was scared and wanted to come home. So that explains why she was with us in our bed when the chucking began at around 6 a.m. Bed sheet change number one. She went back to sleep until chuck number 2. Bed sheet change number 2. She had various blow-out problems throughout the day but seemed better in the early evening. She ate a little spaghetti (I subscribe to my mother's theory that if they feel like eating it, they can probably handle it). She kept it down and slept well Sunday evening. Emma woke up fine this Monday morning but spent the day home. She will go back to school tomorrow. I still had a nice Mother's Day even with the reminder that I am a mother. :)