Too Much of a Good Thing...

This morning I awoke to the sound of my daughter wretching. Last night was Grandpa's birthday. Here is a picture of the chocolate cheesecake that I shared with Katelyn. It was very rich...VERY rich. As Kate threw up on my bed this morning I thought to myself: Too much of a good thing.

Which reminds me of the last time Katelyn had too much of a good thing. I brought her with me to a bridal shower. She snuck off. She ate countless handfulls of Swedish Fish...COUNTLESS. I was cleaning red barf off of my sheets all night and into the morning. And I thought to myself: Too much of a good thing.