A week ago tomorrow. Approximately 11:45pm. One Birdie McGee woke up screaming like her arm had been torn off. Don't fret, Brigade: she's still got both arms. She'd just thrown up while sleeping face down. You can feel a Baby Bird, right? Waking up to discover you are laying in a pool of vomit? Bleech-a-palooza. It happened again about 15 minutes later, and so although there was no fever, Baby Bird stayed home Monday. Ted stayed home all day, but worked in the afternoon once Julie came home from work midday. Birdie woke up fever-free and didn't ever loose her cookies, but she napped for nearly four hours so we think the day at home did her good if for no other reason than she could nap in the peace and quiet of the Raleigh House Spa.
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| Monday, upon waking. Bed head, naturally and gorgeously highlighted. |
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| Fashionista fashion when the fashionista calls in sick. |
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