Saturday, January 12, 2008

Oh, For the Love of Pete...

Bluebird came out of her bedroom this morning and frantically announced that she needed a bowl, which, in Brooke household lingo, means you're going to throw up.

I considered cancelling my haircut and stuff for the morning, but figured that Mr. Brooke could handle the chaos for a couple hours and if I was going to spend the rest of the weekend cleaning up puke, that I could at least look pretty while doing it. (The pedicure was amazing...)

1 comment:

  1. Poor Emily!

    At least she asks for a bucket! (Really, count your blessings because of that!) Bekka doesn't, so we have to keep eye on her the whole time when she's sick...

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