rough couple of days

How could one little stomach bug be so menacing? It was not pretty. It started with this. Morgan getting her first taste of squash on Thursday night. She was eating and looking happy. Right? Oh, if I only knew what was coming. I should have known when she wouldn't touch her bottle right before bed. She spit it out like it was poison. Around 8:45 we heard her fussing so Michael went in to check on her and found a HUGE mess. Change sheets, bathe baby, change clothes. Didn't last long. We spent the next two hours holding her as she fought to get comfortable. A couple more outfit changes and a carpet cleaning later and she was done for the night.
I couldn't get her to eat hardly anything on Friday, but besides that she was fine. Happy and giggly all day. My mom and Jim came to watch the girls while we went to a friend's wedding Friday night. I had a couple glasses of wine which I would soon regret.
Early Saturday morning (like 4:45 a.m.) Addison starts crying and I go in to find a mess. The whole cycle starts over. I finally get her back down and curl up beside her. She made it a couple of hours and once she was up she was miserable. This is where I regret having the wine. I felt a little ill, but wasn't sure if it was the wine or the bug. Even with us all feeling like crap, we managed to go out with some friends on their boat. We were only out for a couple of hours and it was the first time Addison ate all day. See the goldfish in her hand.
We spent most of out time chasing dolphins. Addison was loving it. And so was I. They fascinate me. They were so close to the boat. Better than Sea World. Check it out on my quick video.

Poor thing. Her little body was so worn out. She curled up on my lap and went right to sleep. (And Morgan was not with us. We left her with some friends. I knew it would be chilly and miserable for her.)

That smile on my face is so fake. I was hurting. My stomach was getting worse by the minute and that evening it was my turn. Addison must love it when we're all sick. She gets to watch cartoons more than I'd like to admit. I finally got her to eat some bread and drink some water Saturday night.
By Sunday we were feeling better. Michael never really got it too bad, but my mom and Jim were hating me this week. Morgan is still not feeling great and now has some kind of cold. I'm just glad that all of the laundry is finally done and folded and the bug is gone.