A week ago, Todd and I woke at 1:40 a.m. to hear Emily heaving up her supper. Funny as she felt fine when she went to bed. Oh, well, get out the red bucket, clean up the mess (thank goodness we don't have any carpet! And somehow she hit the floor and missed her bed and herself), brushed her teeth, gave her some gingerale and let her fall back asleep. She missed school on Monday. Tuesday morning, she woke up perky and just fine so off she went. A few pounds lighter, but none the worse for wear.
Fast forward to Friday afternoon: Liam hits a wall. He was shivering and hot at the same time. So out comes the children's Tylenol and the red bucket. I know he's not feeling well when all he does is sleep (he had 4 naps on Friday). Saturday was spent cuddling and low key playing when the Tylenol was in full force. By dinner time he felt like nachos and calamari. Did I say he's only four? Anyhow, when I was a kid and sick, my parents always said that whatever I felt like to eat, I got. Same rule applies to my family now. So nachos and calamari it was. Saturday night he's back to his normal energetic self. His quote "I went to bed so that my good germs could fight the bad ones."
Hopefully whatever it was is gone and Todd and I don't get it.
An unusual sight - Liam feverish and napping in the afternoon