The weekend started out really well. My dad is here for a visit, he and my girl harvested all the potatoes from the garden. This little pansy was rescued by Lily and put in a vase.
We hit crescent beach for an after dinner walk and play in the sand.
Picked and ate all the strawberries from the patch.
Picked and ate all the strawberries from the patch.
And then, it took a sharp turn from sunny happy summer days, to fevers, projectile vomiting and tears. My poor girl was up all night with a 103.5 temp and nausea. Seems to be passed now. She's sleeping peacefully and her temp is down. Boy, that came out of nowhere. I need to blog about parenting and get tips from other moms.
3 comments:
hi heather! aww, look at those toes in the sand. she's so big now! i hope she's feeling better. that must have been scary.
It's always amazing how much vomit a small child can come up with!
Poor Lily. Poor you too! She looks like a very good potato picker.
It's shocking the amount of vomit that can come out of a 22 month old. It's also shocking the distance it can fly.
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