Two weeks ago Joseph brought home his first gift from daycare in the form of a stomach bug that could kill a small horse. I had been sick for two weeks prior to even contracting the laying on the bathroom floor would rather be dead virus. Joseph had the same virus. However, it was only until it had run its course through me and Drew that we realized in retrospect that he had it. He threw up twice and didn't eat much for a few days. It affected him no more than that. Drew and I on the other hand each spent a few days wondering how much fluid one must lose and be unable to replenish before medical intervention would be wise. I mean it was awful. Poor Drew. I had never seen anyone such an unsettling shade of white. He hadn't thrown up since the sixth grade. Which was, incidentally, the last time he missed school/work for being sick. (I thought twice about even writing that as you will probably now never believe a word I say...however, it's true and has been independently corroborated). We're all better now, but it took a week to kind of regroup, get back into the swing of things, and finish things up at work we felt too crappy to do. I'm just now with a minute to sit and download pictures to post. Otherwise things have been quiet. The boy is in a growth spurt and eating like a little piglet. We can hardly stay on top of it. This morning was the first experience with sweet potatoes. He enjoyed them so much that he literally cackled between bites. He's almost sitting up on his own. From time to time I think how could I possibly love this little boy more than I do right now, and then I do.
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Poor Lucases! I think I had that plague a few weeks ago. It was the second time I'd thrown up since college - which I thought was a record until you revealed Drew's super power. :) I hope you're all feeling healthy by now!
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