Well unfortunately, the "barf bowl" has seen some action over the last few days. Again, Hannah keeps it in her possession at all times. I am thankful that she has become so skilled in its proper use! A lot less laundry for me if you know what I mean.
We set up what Hannah refers to as her "sick station". Wherever she goes the station goes too. It is a bright and cheery day and I thought it might do her some good to look out the window for a while. She agreed only if I agreed to re-locate the "sick station" too. Like an entourage following royalty I packed out the gear while she sauntered out to the couch- all the way reminding me of the essentials: lip balm (behind her water bottle), paper dolls, personal dvd player, tissue, books, etch-a-sketch, and of course the barf bowl (strangely not pictured).
As much as it pains me to see them sick. I make a fine nurse. In fact, I was supposed to be at a birth this morning. Sadly, I had to decline. Instead I found myself making chicken soup (that went un-eaten) and my friend Lisa's miraculous honey/lemon/ginger/cayenne tea.
(Also not consumed by the patient). All this doting has left me ready for a nap. Hope you are well... ZZZZZZZZZZ.