The bowl

So a few weeks ago we went through a terrible case of the stomach flu.  Cinderella got hit first and the worst.  She started throwing up Monday evening, continued all night, and the next day.  She was then lethargic for the next 2 and a half days.  By the end of the day on Thursday she didn't have a whole lot of energy, but was acting well enough to complain about all the things that Guy was doing, so I sent her to school on Friday.  She didn't want to go, but I just figured that she had gotten used to staying home, and didn't really want to go back to school.  I told her she could choose.  She could stay home and be in bed all day, or she could go to school.  She chose to go to school.  She should have stayed home.  When I went to get her from school, her teacher escorted her out, and told me that she had just lay down on some beanbags in the classroom all day, and wasn't acting like her normal energetic self.  After the teacher left, she told me she needed to throw up, and got in the car, I handed her a cup, and she proceeded to be sick to her stomach. Poor girl.

Any way, this post isn't really about her.  It is about Aurora.  So Cinderella got sick on Monday night, as I mentioned before, and on Wednesday night, Aurora started crying in her room.  When Daddy went to check on her, he had found that she had thrown up.  "Oh dear," I thought, "here we go again."  I was expecting it to effect her the way it had Cinderella.  We took her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up, and I went and got a bowl.  In our family, when someone is sick to their stomach, we have found it is helpful to have a bowl on hand, just in case they can't make it to the toilet on time.  Well, shortly after I got the bowl for Aurora, she had the throw up again, but thankfully it landed in the bowl.  However, she wasn't hit as hard as Cinderella, and that was the only time the bowl was used.  We didn't know how it would be however, so for the next 24 hours we carried the bowl with us, where ever we went around the house.  Which was a lot of places, because Aurora was feeling like her normal self.  In fact, I kept referring to it to Aurora as her bowl.  Well she kind of developed an attachment to that bowl.  It was a metal bowl, and she wanted it by her bed, or in her bed, for a few days afterwards, anytime she went to sleep.   It finally got removed, and washed.  However, anytime now that she sees any metal bowls around our house, she insists that it is "Aurora's bowl" and has to lay claim on it.

Aurora and "her" bowl.