Ugh. Liam woke up yesterday morning and was traipsing through the bathroom to let Rosie out of the laundry room. All of a sudden I hear...a splash. Then 5 more splashes after it. I ran into the bathroom...he's leaning over the toilet, heaving. He was crying and all that he could say was: "This sucks." Poor punkie.
So, I called in the big guns. Grandma and Grandpa. They insisted on watching him so I could go to work and get caught up (I was just gone a couple of days before New Years because Liam had "what looked like pneumonia"). All parties were cozy as a bug in a rug when I got home. Mom was elated that she got to hold Liam all day and Dad was dodging mouth kisses from Liam...Grandma and Grandpa are the best medicine...
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