We got a stomach bug in our house this weekend. Claire got it really hard and heavy yesterday, and is still sick today. Somehow she's even more beautiful when she's not feeling well. She reminds me of a blonde Snow White.
And she's such a little trooper - she trudges back and forth to the restroom to the couch, back and forth, back and forth. She's probably thrown up about 15 times today, but has always made it to the restroom. And no whining or complaining. Her only request was mint tea. Somehow she thinks it will help her stomach. I know she's not keeping anything down AT ALL - even the anti-nausea medicine, but I wasn't about to tell her she couldn't have the one thing that she was sure would make her feel better.
This little girl has nerves of steel.
