All better now

I flopped down on my bed tonight after dinner with an upset tummy. The kids both followed me in to see what was wrong. Lauren started patting my belly, and the next thing I knew Owen was covering my face with a tissue, making noises like I do when I'm trying to get him to blow his nose. I had to choke back my giggles. Then Lauren ran out of the room and returned with a miniature pillow (about one inch square!) from her new dollhouse. "Lift your head up, Mama, here you go."