I'm writing to you from the couch today. There is nothing like ringing in the new year with a barfing baby. That's right. Barfing. Baby.
The men of the house are sympathy pukers therefore they are useless when it comes to sitting with her. The dry heaves alone send them running. Don't worry. I have them doing other things.
Like taking out trash or the dog.
Thankfully it appears to have past and, as an added bonus, the baby's favorite blanket finally got it's much needed washing. So there is that.
She just begged for popcorn and I relented. I hope I don't regret that ...