This winter was really bad as far as sickness goes. By far the worst week was the week we all had Norwalk. It started with Willow, then Hailie, Dave, Me, the Nanny the inlaws, and lastly our houseguest from Norway. What a great vacation he had!
The day that Willow was hit with it, she was standing in the middle of the kitchen. All of a sudden she projectile vomited *everywhere*. It was really quite amazing how much liquid can come out of such a small child. It projected straight out of her mouth at a great speed, and went quite a distance as well. She was very shocked by this sudden turn of events, and after the first bout, she took a step forward, and turned her head in a different direction. This was followed by more projectile vomiting until she had completely covered the entire kitchen floor with pink vomit. It was just like that scene in Stand By Me.
Poor Willow had never thrown up like this before. She was in shock, and it was written all over her face. We felt really bad for Willow, but at the same time, what we had just witnessed was slightly comical. We held in the giggles though, until Willow looked up at us, pointed at her mouth and asked in a sad, confused tone, “Burp?”
