Karl is sick. Yesterday, he puked 4 times. Twice on me. Once on the hubby. And once in my car. The one in the car seat was the worst. Not because of the aspect of cleaning it, but because I couldn't help the poor little boy. He just sat there, spewing out the contents of his belly, puking on himself. And he was obviously scared to death. Little babies just don't know what is going on when they puke and it scares them. The look of terror on his face while I was driving just broke my heart. I pulled over immediately, but by then he was done. It broke my heart not to be there for my boy, even though I was only 2 feet away from him.
Puking aside, he had a fever, runny nose, loss of appetite and bloody pus dripping out of his right ear. I got in with the doctor to get some antibiotics for his ear infection. Thank god he has tubes or that blood/pus would be killer pushing on his little eardrum. He's on the mend though, as no fever or puking today. And less snuggling time for mommy. Yesterday, all he wanted was me. Today, he was up and about - running around everywhere. But still being cranky, which is understandable.
Ella had a school play today in which she sang along with her class. One song was also done in sign language, which was really cool. In fact, this isn't the first time they do sign language along with singing. I'm so proud of her!
Allison has been a little terror lately. She is ~fine~ all day with me, but the moment Ella gets home, she acts like a little devil. I don't know why she's acting like she is. I guess it's due to having to share my attention. Whatever it is, it's really grinding on my nerves. I'm literally at a loss as of what to do. I'm dealing with it day by day, but I need to focus on a long term solution. I feel like I'm drowning in the daily drama when the big picture is what should be looked at.