Sick Day

Shelbilicous threw up yesterday at ballet. The young ballet teacher came out looking very flustered, "Shelby just threw up!" Someone in the lobby offered to hold Mr Huggie (Delaney's new name per Ava) and I ran into the studio. She had vomited on the floor, all over her leotard, tights, and ballet slippers. My poor baby! She said she felt fine, so I took off her soaked ballet clothes, put her skirt back on and we stayed in the lobby until Ava was done. She threw up several more times before going to bed. Today, she's back to normal. I was worried it was one of those things that makes its rounds in families, but everyone fine, thank God.