The family has been struggling with a strange "sickness" - Allison had a fever, I had headaches, and then Allie and Jonathan both threw up one time in the middle of the night 24 hours apart. As a result I've been up from about 3am on both Sunday and Monday nights....every time someone coughs or sputters in the other room I fly out of bed anticipating well.....you know.
So early this morning after Allie had done her thing and gone back to sleep, I was trying to sleep from 6-7am.....and she comes up to me in the bed and says....."Mommy there is something all over the living room floor." "What is it Allie?" "I don't know just something." Ok - so if you were me what would you assume? Two nights in a row up with barfing kids, I am thinking great - the dog barfed? Who barfed on the living room floor? What else could it be if she doesn't know what it is?
I decided I didn't care what was on the living room floor because I was tired and my head was pounding too much to get up. "Just don't step in it - I'll be there in a minute." Finally I mustered enough courage to get up, face the day, and face the living room floor. Much to my relief "it" was a big, black racetrack! Last night after Allie had gone to bed a sweet friend had dropped some "hand me down" toys by for Ryan and he'd set up the racetrack. Allie had never seen anything like it! What a relief!
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