9/21/12
Isla woke up this morning with stomach flu. Usually when Isla is sick, which seems like all the time, if a snotty nose is an accurate barometer, she is still in a great mood and never complains about the sickness. This morning she was really upset; her tummy hurt, and she had a grand total of 6 diarrhea visits during the day. Hence, no school. Now, if it wasn't Friday, and I wasn't burnt from the rest of the week I may have found better activities than I did, but that unfortunately wasn't the case, so I spent the day watching her watch cartoons. That sounds bad, but really, I think we both needed a good dose of Strawberry Shortcake. Which leads me to an aside - my favorite thing Isla does of all time is sing a "Strawberry Shortcake" song which she made up, all in the stylings of the Ramones. Just imagine it... now multiply whatever you imagined by a factor of 1,000 and that's how awesome it is.
The stomach flu, however is not awesome. Neither is hearing this statement yelled at you from the living room: "Daddy! I think I went poop a little bit."
"Where? in the toilet?"
"No, on the carpet."
"Oh no! Let's change your undies and give you a bath."
"I'm not wearing any clothes, daddy."
*facepalm.
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