Eliza Dove has been sick.
Sick, sick, sick.
I hate it when my babies get sick. My heart breaks for them.
Eliza is a trooper, though. She tried her best to flash us a smile every now and then. She tried to eat. She didn't cry too much when she would throw-up. But the baths... the million and one baths she had to endure.... they got to her.
Eliza has issues with running water. And by issues, I mean, she hates it. Poor thing, when she would throw-up she would inevitably end up with it all over her body. In that instance, the drawing of a luxurious bath was not forefront in my mind. So, into the bath she would go, running water and all.
And then the screaming would ensue. Believe me when I say, it was as torturous for me as it was for her.
Little 'Liza-Lu started to perk up a bit yesterday after her afternoon nap. I was happy to see her face break into that sunshiny smile I love so much. She even belly laughed last night while I was getting her dressed into some pajamas.
The serious face that she sports while sick is a thing of the past. And I am so glad! I sure was missing my sunshine girl.
But now... Judah is complaining of his tummy.
Summer... HURRY UP!
Here's a little live Eliza for you... Beware, the high five at the end may slay you with it's cuteness!