After school today, Ellie and I went to watch Tom and his team at their track meet. Ellie loved climbing up and down the bleachers and clapping for the runners. Tom said he could hear her all the way across the field yelling, “Running! Go! Hi, Daddy!” He was able to take a break in between races to come sit with us. Ellie graciously shared her crackers with him.
Unfortunately, those crackers reappeared on the way home. I heard the noise from the back seat, you know the sound, the one we all dread, and looked to see Ellie covered in vomit. Is there anything worse than trying to clean puke out of the nooks and crannies of a car seat? Buckles? Ugh. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it was just a combination of motion sickness and too many crackers instead of the stomach flu. Poor kid.Ellie is still doing great without her crib, although she insists on sleeping on her little Disney couch each night. Also, we had an incident the other night where I went in to check on her long after I thought she was asleep and I couldn’t find her. Then I heard a noise coming from the closet. Yep, she was hiding out. So naughty.






