Thank goodness we had no plans made for yestserday. T-boy woke up yesterday morning saying his stomach hurt. This is a common occurance at our house, so I don't always give much sympathy (or even really acknowledge his ailments). Shortly after breakfast though, he was requesting a bucket--and spent the rest of the day with it. We were able to get him to sleep a few times, but mostly, he was just sick...from about 10 until 4.
If I'm thankful for anything, I'm glad it wasn't during the middle of the night for a change, but I hate hate hate to see him sick. Today he's feeling a bit better--he's managed to get a banana and two glasses of water to stay in, so hopefully he'll be back to normal tomorrow. For today, jammies and lounging (and trying to stay warm) are on the agenda.
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