No rest for the weary. Poor Vincent has a yakking bug, and we must all be up at odd hours conducting clean-up and making soothing sounds. Nothing clenches my heart more than seeing his little frame doubled over and shuddering. But, to file under Amazing Resilience of Children: 3:35am, after copious display of stomach contents & ritual changing of pajamas, Boy runs about apartment whooping & chasing the much put-upon cat.
Oh, no! Sorry to hear that your son is sick. I hope that you’re at least feeling less shingle-y!
Definite & miraculous improvements in the shingle dept, halleluiah for small mercies–merci!
poor baby!