Sophie has thrown up 5 times in the last 24 hours. I thought we were done with the vomiting and left her downstairs watching Aladdin on my bed while I was upstairs baking scones for a ward party tonight. I was on the phone when I heard the terrible noise of Sophie screaming "Mommy" and choking on her own vomit at the same time. I run dowstairs to find that she has not puked on the beach towel I carefully laid on top of the bed just in case... no, no, no, she leaned over the edge of the beach towel and threw up on the quilt my mother made for me and on my new and somewhat expensive bedspread that I really love. (Yes, that's it there on the left.) The bedspread is in the washing machine now and I am so afraid that when it comes out it will never be the same.
So I need a minute. Sophie's hair has been washed and she's been dressed in her pajamas for the fifth time since yesterday morning. And I'm taking the two minutes I have left before I have to leave to pick up Franny to savor a dark chocolate Lindt truffle and snack on some Cinnamon Sugar Pita Chips.
Cross your fingers that my bedspread makes it through this ordeal unscathed.