Cooper threw up everything he had eaten that day. Consequently, the only things I could get him to eat was cottage cheese and milk. It was gross. Stephen took care of everything. Cooper even threw up in Stephen's arms. The mess ended up on Maycee's bedroom carpet, the bathroom floor, and eventually into the toilet. Stephen cleaned the entire mess.
Sunday morning Cooper threw up again. This time Maycee followed suit. Since Stephen had an early morning church meeting, I was solo in the cleaning and cuddling of the kiddos.
When Stephen got home from his meeting, we laid the kids on the couch to watch a movie. We had to clean up the rest of the throw up aftermath.
Maycee and Cooper laid on the couch and cuddled with their blankets. Maycee started to play with Cooper's hair and then they ended up holding hands. It was the cutest thing. Stephen tried to get a picture of it. I now have proof that, sometimes, they get along.
Maycee is feeling much better today, but Cooper still has lingering yuckiness. My poor little kiddos.
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