We had unseasonably warm weather this weekend, with spring-like temperatures and clear, sunny skies. It was the perfect weather for being outside, walking through the woods and enjoying the autumn foliage.
Except that wasn’t how our weekend turned out. When we woke up on Saturday morning, we discovered Juliette had been sick during the night. First order of business was to give her a bath, to get the mess out of her hair. Not exactly the greatest start to the day, especially before your first cup of coffee.
She seemed perky enough, so we figured it was something she’d eaten. She drank her milk with gusto at breakfast. We packed ourselves into the car and went out to lunch. She was fine during lunch until we tried to feed her. Before you could even blink, there was the entire bottle of milk making a rather dramatic reappearance in the middle of the crowded restaurant. It’s a place where we’re regulars, and luckily all the other diners had young kids and looked very sympathetic as we tried to mop up the mess with little napkins the best we could. Incidentally, what’s the appropriate present to offer to a waitress to say “sorry our kid barfed everywhere?”
It turned out that this was a prelude to a much longer weekend — the poor thing has been sick all weekend. Dad’s volunteered to stay home with the little one tomorrow and take her to the doctor. She doesn’t have a fever, so it’s probably just one of those things that’s going around, but Dad will be happy when his little camper is feeling better.

Being sick all weekend means that everyone is exhausted. Especially Juliette.