Ok, went to get William up this morning and was like "Why is his hair wet and stuck to the side of his head?" Ohhhhhhhh. So yeah. He was basically in a pile of vomit, no idea when he threw up.
He even threw up on his beloved "lovey" and it's beyond repair, I am afraid. It's not washable and the thing is just trashed, we threw it away.
All morning, William only wants to be held. As this is my non-clingy boy, I know he really must feel awful. Meanwhile, David is having tantrums over god-knows-what (probably the fact that I am holding William), which is ever so much fun. I can tell he wants something but doesn't have the verbal skills to let me know. Very frustrating.
I won't even begin to get into how Sofia is contributing to the equation, but I'm sure you can use your imagination.
Thank God for naps, that's all I can say.
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