It's 11 p.m. and the throwups have officially begun. It's going to be a loooong night.
I'm guessing virus now. This poor baby. Off to get more supplies for the bedroom.
Thanks for staying glued to your blogs--don't you wish you were h-e-r-e?
I could use help with the laundry.
Make that one now very stinky duvet cover, bath towel, mommy shirt, jenna shirt, and pillow case.
Megan Riley, if I see you next week your ass is grass.
