Well, it's official. You've gotten sick with more than a cold. You woke me and your Mama with what sounded like major pooking. But, we didn't see anything and you were still asleep. Not too much longer though and you threw up everywhere. Poor girl. No fun. We loved on you extra and you laid listless most of the morning. Wonderfully, you woke from your nap (almost) your normal self, all smiles and energy. Your 'waste' problem had moved from one end to the other, but even that stopped by bedtime. Yeah Lyla. I'm so glad you feel better.
Love,
Papa
PS. It took Mama and Papa almost a week to get over this. You, a day. We don't call you Super Lyla for nothing!
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