Monday night found us with a very sick little boy on our hands. He was moaning and vomiting into the wee hours of the morning. He couldn’t even keep tiny sips of water down. We think he snuck some unwashed strawberries while we were getting ready for dinner.
He spent all day Tuesday curled up on the beanbag chair with his blankie. Aside from a few back rubs and an occasional bite of Jello, he just wanted to be left alone. This left me with some much needed house cleaning time. I was amazed at how much I could get accomplished without my tiny helper trailing along behind me, undermining my efforts inspecting my work.
He’s feeling much better now: