I woke up to Julia s-c-r-e-a-m-i-n-g at the tippity ippity top of her lungs around two this morning which is (fortunately) not typical. Normally Sebastian is the wake up culprit and is clawing at my chest (if we are unlucky enough to have him sleeping in our bed), crying or crying really hard. I knew something wasn't right so I ranwalkran down to her room to find her covered in throw up. Too much informacionay? I agree. It was absolutely disgusting and of course she insisted on clutching (and fully soiling) her fur coat all the way into the bath. If Simon had been at work I definitely would've chucked all of her bedding and mattress and maybe the crib outside to the curb for the garbage truck to deal with this morning ... so gross. She woke up in a perfectly normal, healthy mood and is back to her usual habits of wearing my swimsuit bottoms as a necklace and my glasses as glasses.
in less gross news this brilliant blog let me share some photos and unexcitement you've already seen
(photos above: 1. stripes strike again 2. same 3. idk 4. idk)