Vivian became the fourth victim of the stomach virus that ran rampant through our house this week. YUCK. Thank goodness she did not get the puking - it's coming out the other end, which, in my opinion is so much easier to deal with than baby projectile vomit everywhere.
Poor little girl got sent home from daycare this afternoon. Every bottle she drinks just comes out the other end ten minutes later. The pediatrician said that we just need to make sure she's producing enough wet diapers and we only need to bring her in if it lasts more than 10 days. If it does we'll probably need more than a case of Pampers. We're going through one every hour practically right now.
Even though she must have been feeling like poop, she was in good spirits when we got home.
This morning I caught Owen reading "The Very Hungry Caterpiller" to his sister and had to take a picture.