It’s that kind of year. We have been healthy for almost 2 months since our harrowing December of illness. Something has recently arrived in our house. And it doesn’t seem to want to leave. This weekend marked the second weekend in a row of vomiting for my littlest man. Now number 2 has it and the rest of us are holding our breath. Literally. For fear we might breath something in. I think I’ve washed my hands about 100 times in the last 24 hours. Sheets are being washed and I hope the hot water doesn’t make their colors bleed together.
This guy has been with this bowl for awhile now.
As shared on the Wish You Were Here, postcards-from-the-edge weekly project.
