Reagan woke up yesterday throwing up...all over my car. Ick.
I thought she was better, but apparently not after she threw up all over my nicely folded laundry.
3 loads later...
Here I am. Sitting at home with her and Jackson. It's kind of nice though. I'm not doing anything. I'm too tired to start really doing anything major because when I start she cries.
So I'll just sit here. Breathe deeply. Eat tuna sandwiches with Jack. Drink Iced Tea. Watch New Moon.
All the laundry I did.
Reagan's "bed" for the day.
Jackson's spot. And today I just don't care that the t.v. hasn't gone off.