Josie was up all night. She puked all day. Owen ran circles around her while she laid on the ground in the play room because even though she didn't have the energy to sit up right, she insisted on being near the action and keeping an eye on her toys.
Occasionally Owen walked up to her and rubbed her back with his right hand while he hid a ball behind his back with his left hand. Just as he would start his wind up and aim his rocket arm at her face, I poked him in the stomach. Pillbury O-Boy doubled over laughing and another crisis was averted.
Josie went to bed at 6:30 after one final vomit that for the first time all day managed to get into the plastic bowl I was holding. At 8:00, she woke up for a brief moment and uttered, "where's Owen?" just to ensure that while she slept he wasn't having more fun than she was. Upon hearing that he was sound asleep in bed, she rolled over and drifted back to a rest-filled and vomit free night of sleep.
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