Relapse

It seems Chester isn't done with us. Libby started throwing up again this afternoon. She had been bouncing off the walls all day and munching on waffles, banana, and granola bars. John and I kept commenting on how happy we were that she was feeling better. Hah! After 5 pukes in 15 minutes (one all over John) we plopped her in the tub. Got her clean, dry, rediapered, and halfway dressed. She ran away before we could put pants on her and neither of us had the strength to chase her down. About 10 minutes later she came back into our room, stinking. John looked over and noticed her once white shirt was now brown up to the armpits. After getting her cleaned up once again (I got a pass on that one since I had thrown up more recently than him) he found the spot in the hallway where the disaster had occurred. All over the carpet and our car payment book. Needless to say, we will be settingup automatic payments tonight and burning the book. John spent about 15 minutes and 6 towels scrubbing the carpet. Now we are all about to settle in with our respective forms of hydration and watch "Ratatouille". Hopefully Libby will cease exploding from both ends and we can enjoy the movie without incident. My sister-in-law once said after a round of family flu that she wished she could dip her house in Lysol. Ditto.

On a more positive note, I am feeling the baby move for the first time as I type this. It feels like a little fish swimming around. Happiness in the midst of disgusting :)