Stomach Virus

Ugh.  There’s a stomach virus working its way around Kansas City.  We now know this firsthand.  Poor Mikaela spent about 9 hours puking on Friday night.  It started at dinner time, and continued through the last dry heaves at about 3 a.m.  Amazingly, one rug cleaning, one load of laundry, and one washing of the den sofa upholstery later (thank GOD for fabric guard), she came though it with flying colors.

By 9 a.m. on Saturday morning, Mikaela was happily eating (and keeping down) a piece of toast, then another piece of toast, then a banana . . . you get the picture.  By Saturday afternoon, Mikaela was having a grand old time running and jumping, climbing up and going down slides, swinging as high as she could on swings, and riding her toy car around for a couple of hours at the "Superpark" (which is Mikaela’s name of the park in front of Children’s Mercy Hospital).

It was a very long night Friday night, but now that we’ve caught up on the missed sleep we’re all none the worse for wear.