A restless night that ended with…
Last night was really, really weird. Some how, I ended up on the couch. I think it was to hot on the second floor and I was uncomfortable. For me, I sleep better when it's colder in the room. Anyway, Lizze woke me up when she got up this morning and told me to go upstairs because Elliott wasn't feeling well and needed me. I snuggled Elliott in our bed for a few minutes before he sat up and vomited all over the floor. The poor kid kept apologizing while he was puking. He was upset that he was making a mess in my room. I kept reassuring him that it was okay and he had nothing to apologize for. Then he realized that he probably won't be able to…