Puke in the hair.

We have been pretty lucky on the stomach flu front this winter, but early this morning, our luck switched. Owen woke up before the roosters thinking he was hungry, after a few options weren't feeling right we crawled into our bed and a few minutes later he puked all over. Poor little guy couldn't keep anything down all day. I am on at least my 7th load of laundry of the day and for sure my 5th outfit. This is when that maternal instinct kicks into high and you just don't care about the puke in your hair, on your toes or all over you clothes. I am just happy that I don't have to even flinch about worrying how I will do multiple things today, I just am here to care for my boy. Nothing is fighting for my attention. Thankfully, I have dear friends at Sunny Hollow who helped get Walter to school (thank you Molly!) and bring Walter to their house after school for some playtime (thank you Noelle!). I'm hoping for a good night of rest and maybe some card games in bed with Owen tomorrow.

Feel better my sweet O!