09 July 2007

Poor Freya

Freya woke up pale and droopy. It wasn't long before the two of us ended up on the couch with a bucket, waiting for the vomit to arrive. She just lay there, white and listless, until finally she threw up all over both of us.

I could tell she was trying to hold it inside, and I told her to let it come out, that she'd feel better when she was done.

In a voice so tiny I could barely hear her, she whispered, "But it's my brains."

No wonder she wanted to hold it in.
More about Bar Harbor coming soon, and hi, I missed you all!

7 comments:

Annika said...

Oh, poor kid! I really am sympathetic, don't mind all the laughing.

Crystal said...

She says the funniest things!

I hope she is feeling better soon!!

Jen said...

Ohhhhh! Poor little thing. That's so cute though.

Jenny said...

aaggghh! It does feel like your brains coming out, doesn't it?!

Stepherz said...

Poor Baby! That breaks my heart. I hate it when the babies get sick. Feel better soon, Freya!

Cathy said...

Oh, that is so pitiful! (although an apt description, come to think of it)

Hope she recovers soon.

Queen Heather said...

Oh dear. The fact that she can be so funny while sick....

Hope she feels better soon.