This evening Evie walked out of my office (where I was draining the water pipes due to yet another winter storm) and tripped and smashed her face across the bathroom door frame.  She has a bruse that runs down her forehead, nose and lips.  Its sad, really.  She was snuggling on my lap as I held her and then rolled over, sat up on her knees and then threw up all down my jacket, shirt, pants and even managed to score some into my pants pocket.  The poor little girl is not doing well.  Tomorrow is Jessica’s birthday and I’m thinking its going to be less fun because on top of Evie’s funk, Abby has a cold.

I love my family and I hate to see them sick like this.