tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45666619431013029462011-07-29T02:32:05.136-05:00The Storyteller's Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657036557851254362noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566661943101302946.post-82310567812158431692009-08-28T14:35:00.003-05:002009-10-08T13:13:09.146-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF4bgY3ep04/Spgxr0DECWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3H6kIdm9NIA/s1600-h/0828091423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF4bgY3ep04/Spgxr0DECWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3H6kIdm9NIA/s320/0828091423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375100784042314082" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566661943101302946-8231056781215843169?l=thestorytellersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Storyteller's Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657036557851254362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566661943101302946.post-88163668624549515172009-02-07T17:02:00.005-06:002009-02-07T20:24:28.951-06:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF4bgY3ep04/SY4__7oXUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lNviyB5bazI/s1600-h/SickSophie.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF4bgY3ep04/SY4__7oXUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lNviyB5bazI/s320/SickSophie.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244179032953250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Beast being Le Stomach Virus of course. You know, to be cliche' The Gift that keeps on giving. Don't we love it. Especially the parents in the crowd. Poor Soph is officially sick since yesterday, not just her normal high maintance self. After dropping Dad lunch at work we headed over to BB to return some movies. Well on our way home, as we turned onto our street, it happened. I'll spare everyone the details because that would just be wrong plus I just don't want to relive it but, it was ugly! Oh poor little one, unable to keep anything down. Not to be graphic but I just don't understand how a person can eat and drink nothing yet have it coming out both ends. One of those mysteries of the universe I guess. Today was spent cradling my dear one who was drifting in and out of conciousness. Fingers crossed for tonight and tomorrow. Hopefully she'll be hungry in the morning. Sleep well little blessing!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566661943101302946-8816366862454951517?l=thestorytellersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Storyteller's Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657036557851254362noreply@blogger.com0