Emily woke up last night at 3am and decided to attempt to break the world record for the most times a person could throw up in 12 hours. After numerous emergency wake-ups, a stinky basket full of stained sheets, shirts, socks, and shoes, about a dozen unfulfilling catnaps on the couch, and mopping the same part of the floor over and over again, we are sorry to say that she fell short of her goal but we are very proud of her for giving it her all. Bonus points were scored for making the record attempt immediately after the cleaning lady had left for the week. Nice one.
So Emily stayed home from school today, took a very early and much needed nap, and felt much better this afternoon. Good enough, in fact, to accompany us to Nick and Sally’s joint birthday party. Kids got to play, the food was scrummy, drink was plentiful, and we stayed out much later than responsible parents with a daughter on the mend should stay out. But the feature event of the evening was Sebastian giggling for the first time ever, which he decided to do four or five times over the course of the night. Such a lovely sight! And it was particularly nice to be holding him when he did giggle, feeling his little chest bounce as he laughed.
Everyone’s asleep right now. I think I’ll do the same.
Poor Emily, I hope her being sick wasn’t the reason for Sebastian’s giggling. I am glad to hear that she is feeling better again.
Love y’all.
Nana
she gets my vote for being the cutest vomiter, the cutest dresser who vomits, and also for practising for being an adult a such a tender age (how much vodka DID she drink?)
Too much Thai food followed by too much bouncing on Nick’s bed, I’d say. Although a few of those Chang beers did go mysteriously missing…
Poor little thing. When they’re not ok, which is unfortunately much more often than expected, I always think they’re immunizing themselves to be very healthy in the near future. Love to you all.