This was us mid-day Saturday. It certainly looks completely relaxing, right? Looks are very deceiving sometimes.
This was after we had been up until 4 am with Madeline. Up and down. Up and down. She had a very off night. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t sit still. Nothing could make it better. Very unlike her. At 4:30 am, we finally found out why. When she threw up all over me. She apologized a million times, poor thing, but finally fell asleep after that. A kid-free weekend ended up getting turned upside down and topsy turvy as we had three out of five. But even with all the curve balls, it might have been one of the better weekends we’ve had in a long time. For small reasons. Silly reasons. But important reasons.
I love those eyes. I can almost see the ridiculously sappy love poems some smitten 16-year-old is going to be writing him while they’re in high school English class.
Poor Madeline! Sorry she got sick. Does look like it ended up being a good weekend.
My dad still won’t let me forget the day that I threw up on him…when I was three. I think it’s a rite of passage every parent needs to have. Poor baby, hope she’s alright now!