It’s Tuesday and Wyatt is just feeling 100% after his catching a bothersome stomach bug last week. Sadly he hubster also succumbed to the illness Saturday afternoon, so by Sunday I had two very sick men on my hands.
Ugh. It made for a great weekend.
I naively thought that the little man was feeling better
Monday morning. After giving him his normal breakfast of cheerios and yogurt, I
realized I was sadly misguided in that assumption. As a matter of fact, I think
Monday might have been the worst day of all, as not only was he hungry for real
food, missing his milk terribly, running off at the bowels, AND regurgitating
anything he ingested—but he was also just sick and tired of being sick and
tired. I spent most of my day trying to console him while he gave me dirty
looks, yelled in my face, and threw toys in my general direction. {all in a
very sweet way. or really not.}