A couple of weeks ago, on a Monday, I woke up to discover Erin had thrown up in her sleep and she threw up three more times when she woke up. So, we decided that I would stay home with her. Well, around 6:30 am, I captured how sick she was. She was laughing and playing and it took me a little while to get her back to sleep.


Later that day, she was continuing just to pull up on everything, and try to get into everything. Oh yeah, the girl is so sick.

Towards the end of the day, I captured this picture. You can clearly see what she's thinking. No?
"Mom, I'm sorry I scared you when I threw up, but I'm so glad you could stay home with me all day. I loved spending the day with you!"
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