Well, happy Father's Day...I hope all the dads out there had a better start to their day than Brian did. He went in to check on a screaming Xander at 1:30 this morning only to find that he had thrown up all over himself. Needless to say, Brian has been awake for almost ALL of his day. Poor little guy didn't really rest last night, and today all he has the energy for is laying on the floor or the couch and watching cartoons.
Notice the tea towel? That's his special "tummy towel". We're not really sure where he got the idea for such a thing; our best guess is that he saw me using the therabeads last week when I was sick and figured he needed one, too. And it had to be this particular towel - "the purple one with the squares" as he described it to us. To be honest, it took us a while to figure out what he was talking about.
Explaining the concept of being sick to a three-year-old is not easy. When he was still vomiting, he was scared and upset to the point where he was making himself sicker. Then we had to explain why his tummy hurt and he couldn't have peanut butter and waffles for breakfast. Although it's a good sign if he's asking for his usual breakfast.
So we're spending this Father's Day camped out on the couch drinking Pedialyte. Here's hoping the sickies don't hang around our house for long.