sick station

Well unfortunately, the "barf bowl" has seen some action over the last few days.  Again, Hannah keeps it in her possession at all times.  I am thankful that she has become so skilled in its proper use!  A lot less laundry for me if you know what I mean.

We set up what Hannah refers to as her "sick station".  Wherever she goes the station goes too. It is a bright and cheery day and I thought it might do her some good to look out the window for a while.  She agreed only if I agreed to re-locate the "sick station" too. Like an entourage following royalty I packed out the gear while she sauntered out to the couch- all the way reminding me of the essentials: lip balm (behind her water bottle), paper dolls, personal dvd player, tissue, books, etch-a-sketch, and of course the barf bowl (strangely not pictured).

As much as it pains me to see them sick.  I make a fine nurse. In fact, I was supposed to be at a birth this morning.  Sadly, I had to decline. Instead I found myself making chicken soup (that went un-eaten) and my friend Lisa's miraculous honey/lemon/ginger/cayenne tea.

(Also not consumed by the patient).  All this doting has left me ready for a nap. Hope you are well... ZZZZZZZZZZ.