yesterday as i was loading the kids and i into the car to run errands i turned around to see olive barfing, and barfing, and barfing in the back seat. i pulled her out and she proceeded to barf some more in the middle of the street, then down her dress, then on the floor in the hallway, then in the bathroom, and finally stripped naked sitting on a teensy stool in front of the toilet, again into the commode. it was the most sad, pathetic thing i've ever witnessed to see a naked two yr old gripping the side of a toilet seat and heaving. she is feeling a little better today, no more barfing. i, however am now sick and got out of bed only for a few hours the entire day. the kids were angels about it too. we had a harry potty marathon, lunch in bed, i took a nap with augustine here, and then thanks to our new u-verse from at&t, played sudoko on the tv. i did drag myself out of bed to get into a tepid bath and to get more water.
after watching the part in the prisoner of azkaban where harry's parents are murdered and he is spared augustine leaned over and put his head on my shoulder, stroked my hair, and told me he hoped i never died. and that if i did he would miss me. O M G