Daphne's fever topped 102 degrees last night. Jennie, Daphne, and I have been deathly ill the past few days... My throat is still sore, but the dizziness and nausea have subsided. I can only imagine what little Daphne and Jennie are feeling.
On my way out the door today, Daphne vomited all over the coffee table. So, I helped Jennie clean up the mess and inadvertently taught Daphne a new word. She was running around the kitchen saying, "puke, puke, puke" with a grin on her face. At least she has a great sense of humor, right? Her poor little cheeks are rosy, flaming red like a Russian who has drank too much vodka.
I will post some new photos very soon....