Remember the other day? That whole, “Cry in the night” post? Take a look at the title up there, I’ll wait.
Yeah, turns out that as delicious as this was:
It wasn’t the best way to stay healthy. A mere 16 hours after this kiss I found myself in the all too predictable porcelain embrace. I was devastated. And empty. Quickly.
She was sorry.
But not that sorry since she had me to herself.
“Try some cookie, mama?”
I passed, and eventually so did the bug. The big girls were distressed to not be able to hug or kiss me, but managed to keep their distance. I thought the whole episode was behind us and that my predawn upchucking had gone unnoticed. That is until I heard what’s kept them so busy in the doll house.
It seems that the princesses have a raging case of the sicks. The girls have them taking turns retching off the back of the house. Big, loud, dramatic gagging. Seems baby Cinderella has it the worst. I think the sheep is ok.