It was the worst of times (Sunday Night):
Not pictured: Jacob
He was very much just as sick as Bree. Sometimes he'd give warning that his belly was hurting him and he was about to be sick. Other times he just exploded. Either way he fought us, kicking and screaming, fighting the bucket, flinging "stuff" everywhere. Oh the horror and not nearly as cute as Bree falling asleep in the bathroom while we cleaned up Jacob. Poor girl.
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