I said I would write about this so here it is. No, it wasn't me that barfed at breakfast (thankfully). It was Emily. Louise, her daycare provider, came down with the stomach flu on Tuesday and Emily then barfed in the middle of breakfast on Wednesday - yogurt, cheese, and orange juice came spewing out in a lovely medley down her front. She, of course, took it like a champ and bounced back to being happy within seconds. John was more traumatized as he was the one who got to clean up the high chair. She was fine the rest of the day and hasn't had any symptoms since.
Today, Louise is off due to a family funeral so I'm staying home with Emily and loving every second of it. We spent the morning at Meredith's so Emily and Ella could play together. It was great and now Emily is napping. Time for me to clean up our filthy, filthy house. Main floor at least. Tomorrow: junk I've recently received.