Bugs and Snuggles
I've had to wash my brand new slipper boots twice in the last week... The first time was definitely hot chocolate. The second cause for laundering has slipped into an array of memories I thought I was repressing but have now apparently decided to delve into with this blog regarding #TummyBug2016. My son threw up on my slipper boots last weekend not once, but twice. Tragic. I was so unprepared for this predicament as we've always had issues with itchy eczema-ridden tiny humans in our home, but this was the first time we were all sick with something no steroid cream or shea butter/coconut oil/beeswax/manuka honey natural lotion blend/gluten free/dairy free/flavor free diet could suppress. We went down like a set of dominoes, beginning with the youngest of us and ending with the tallest. It was like a free ab workout for me and some sort of bouncy house contraption for my unborn daughter. Speaking of this unborn kid, she is now the size of a cantaloupe hanging on the fron