When I came into get Tatum this morning, she told me her tummy felt “empty.” She was really complaining, and I assumed she was just hungry and just a tad grouchy. Therefore, it was not taken seriously.
I gave her her milk, and she didn’t want to go out with me to take Coti. That was odd.
Then when I got home, she had thrown her milk up all over the counter. I proceeded to make oatmeal, but then I decided not to give her any.
She then threw up again and again and again. My poor kiddo.
The day took a different turn. We had many plans, but these would not be happening. I gave her toast instead, and then she ended up throwing that up all over the place. Ugh. She felt better after this. We are now on her third change of clothes.
So, we still proceeded to find out about Day 7. Pointer stick poised and ready.
Well, a cheery picture should be for Tatum since she was the one ill.
We decided to make a horse for Ms. V. She colored in the one I made.
And then we wrote a note on the one she drew.
We are going to make the best of today. Plan B is God’s plan, right?
Thank you Jesus that she wasn’t sick for Christmas.