Woke up a little late this morning to get things moving and Daddy was greeted by a righteous smell in Lucy’s dark room. Upon turning on the lights, also greeted by the visual below, which was Lucy and a second organism...big pile of smelly, wet puke. It was everywhere. She had to get an immediate morning bath and it meant Gemma was at risk of being 3 minutes late to before school dropoff. A travesty of epic proportions. Mommy, in Virginia, spared the dramatic turn of events.
Thankfully, Lucy immediately ate breakfast and was totally fine. Unfortunately, the working hypothesis is that she may have bad reactions to shrimp. We had sushi last night and she ate her body’s weight of shumai. Shellfish and Lucy apparently do not mix. Gemma got to make apple sauce today at Lucy was back on the horse, firing down slices at Nomad tonight.
