Sick?

So, the other night around 1:00 AM this little rocker woke me up screaming her pretty little eyes out.

I did the mad dash up the stairs thinking she probably dropped one of her five thousand
stuffed animal toys that she

sleeps with, she has a keen sense when one has tumbled off her bed. 

But what I heard was her howling, "I hate applesauce!" 
Confused, I turned on her lamp only to find Em

trying to snooze in her puke...applesauce puke.

I made applesauce from morning until night, just for the record I am not sure

I will ever take that project on again! Not just because I am permanently scarred from cleaning 

up Em's applesauce but because it is a ridiculous amount of work.

I got her cleaned up and back to bed, with

no further incidences.

The next morning she came down happy as a lark with a request for

Marshmallows and cream soda.

Typically I would say, No Way Hosea...(I mean, that can't be a good follow up on the tummy, not to mention it would probably jeopardize me getting Mother of the Year.)

BUT

her cuteness got the best of me and I gave in. Luckily she held it together and seems to 

have made a full recovery. 

Em, your as crazy as your Momma!