A girl, her bear, and a crepe.

Isabelle is sick. She has the runniest nose, the puffiest eyes, and the worst cough. And she wheezes. She won't eat and she can't sleep. So as you can imagine my happy baby is a little sensitive. She has to take an inhaler and, to say she doesn't like it is a major understatement. So we each take turns "taking" the medicine, including Isabelle's bear. If only Isabelle was as willing to take her inhaler as her bear.

Tonight my sweet little girl was having a hard time sleeping. Well, 9:30 rolled around and I was in the middle of making crepes and Matthew was nowhere to be found and Isabelle needed some love. In between flipping crepes I pulled her out of bed to be my kitchen helper. She was pretty ecstatic to have gotten her way. Anyway, Matthew was helping our cute sleep-sac wearing baby eat a crepe and then she puked. Everywhere. While wearing her last pair of clean pajamas.  

Thank goodness it's the weekend!