We managed to keep most of it in his crib, but boy, poor lil' fella. He has no idea what is happening to his little body when he gets sick. Drew woke up last night at 3:30, puking. And again at 4:30, then again at 6:15. At one point Aric was rocking him with puke on his neck (Aric's neck, not Drews). Ahhh...what you do as a parent. I would have passed out from the smell. He seems to be better. He drank pedialtye today and we only ate white food, kix, toast, bananas. He didn't eat dinner, but he's drinking enough, so I think he's better. Keep fingers crossed the grown ups don't get it. His daycare provider had it last night too, so they must have done some germ swapping.
Reminds me of a special book. Still have this Ellie? This is one you read to generations to come. Kinda like Pat the Bunny, but not.
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