Not good

Jason starting throwing up this morning. We took Alli to school and then I asked him if he was good for a quick run to the commissary (co-misery). He said yeah. So we parked and were 1/2 way to the door and he started throwing up again. I felt completely horrible. I thought he threw up the first time from his motrin. I thought I must not have given him enough to eat with it.

Right in the middle of the poor kid throwing up, a sweet lady (who was also a mother with her 2 year old) came running out to us with paper towels. I have no idea who she was or what her name was, but I am forever blessed by her kindness.

Now to get back to work!