Monday, April 23, 2012

"I want to pray for your tummy"

Play date with NJ's cousin Cooper! He was especially excited about getting into his Mini Cooper (he has all the coolest toys)! Except that it took him a bit to figure out the pedals. It's so cute to hear them talk to each other now. 
Right after dinner, I was especially tired. I even laid on NJ's bed as he played with his trains. I had to run to the bathroom (to hurl) and then sat on a stool. NJ came in and said, "Mama, are you ok?" I said, "No, my tummy really hurts." His response, "I want to pray for your tummy because it hurts so it feel better." Even though I felt like I wanted to lay down or faint, he made my heart melt. What sweet heart. I mustered enough energy to put him to bed and then continued to throw up my dinner until I finally fell asleep for the night. I felt horrible, but much better in the morning. Whew, I got it out of my system! It's unfortunately a total norm for my stomach to go crazy over anything. 

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