Poor Elle

Elle had a minor disaster while sleeping last night. Nat knew it was coming because Elle is lactose intolerant. When we asked her what she had to eat this past weekend, Elle answered "pizza and ice-cream." Nat was like "Greaaaate."

It was a bit worse than we expected. Elle didn't get hit until about 4:00 am Monday morning. I can hear what is going on from the bedroom. I buried my head deeper in the pillow and said a prayer for them both. Nat was a trooper. She gave Elle a shower and got her back to bed. At one point Nat came in to the bedroom looking for some medicine. She was calm and all mom-saves-the-day. I was quite proud of her.

It seems Elle survived. She is a tough kid.