So the day after Emma finally was 100 percent better, Taylor starting throwing up. What a way to be woken up, with Daddy screaming " he is sick"! For the next few hours it was a lot of laundry and a sad little man. He spent the next two days laying on me or on the couch in his pjs with a fever. It was so sad, he has hardly ever been sick and never thrown up. He hated not being able to eat and whined a lot. But I enjoyed the little snuggles and his sweet, warm head laying on my shoulder. He is now eating and acting so much better! Whew what a busy week! Praying that next week we are all well! This mommy is tired... and my washer needs a break.