Our Saturday morning was full of ... disinfectant. Tony checked on Jill around 1 a.m. She was fussing and her room smelt like warm parmesan cheese. She was complaining with good reason. She - and her bed - were covered in vomit. Off goes the bedsheet, mattress pad, pajamas. Oh it's in her hair too. To the tub you go. At 1 o'clock in the morning. Heidi and Houston were visiting until close to 11. We had pizza, beer, wine, wings and more pizza. Jill had pizza. She HAD pizza. She threw that up too, poor thing. Hence the cheese smell permeating from her room. Two more rounds and one to follow in the morning. Saturday Jill clung to one or both of us the entire day. We stuck to dry toast, applesauce, water and a few other bland foods. We rested on the couch, looked through books and watched Thomas the Train. She crashed early. We watched The Fighter.
We knew it was a 24 hour bug when Jill woke up ready to go Sunday morning. Her energy and appetite were back to normal. We had our crazy toddler back!