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.