She woke up when I checked on her about 90 minutes later. And promptly barfed again, all over her bed. As I was trying to comfort her, she barfed one more time. All.Over.Me. That's our milestone, the first barf on mom or dad. Since we have six kid years under our belts, we should probably consider ourselves lucky. The funniest moment? Eleanor telling me to clean up the "crumbs". No, dear, those are "chunks" but close enough.
Within a couple of minutes she was asking to go to the dinosaur playground so I'm thinking she's got it all out of her system.
And the second milestone? That's easier. This blog is 4 years old today.