This is the house where puke lives

At 5 am this morning I awoke to the sound of Emmy puking. Keith was downstairs with her, and he answered me that he had it under control.

When I heard her puke again within 15 minutes - I got up and went downstairs. My poor little baby girl kept telling me she was sorry for making a mess on the floor. I hugged her and told her it was okay (after all, Keith was cleaning it up ha ha) Emmy puked at least 10 times this morning - including the crackers and freezie she ate (as I was trying to get fluids into her- although I had good intentions, Keith assures me now it was a bad idea LOL)

She begged at 8 to go upstairs to her room, but as she was still actively puking - we wanted to contain the carnage to just one area. She fell asleep at 9 am and is still sleeping as I write this 3 hours later (as is Keith). Originally I thought she was puking because she was coughing from her cold - but that doesn't seem to be the case with the sheer volume of puking going on.

It's a good thing we own a steam cleaner, I tell you.