Still Ill

Sickness has once again reared its ugly head. Two days ago, Chirpee awoke with some vomiting and diarrhea, that seemed to clear up by noon. No problem (other than the two baths and laundry). I figured he was fully recovered yesterday so I took him out on a little adventure with Deereheathie, Deerelore and Social Sister. It was a great day out of the house, but I put Chirpee's nap on the altar for it. So we had dinner that evening with the Deere family and Chipee did not get to bed early.

This morning he slept until 10:15 when I decided to awake him. I knew we were going to be up late with friends tonight and I wanted him to have a nap before we left (which I was afraid wouldn't happen if I let him sleep). Breakfast was served and while I was cleaning dishes I heard a cough and sputter from the high chair followed by a cry. He had milk with toast sprayed over his front and hands. I figured he must have choked and so I cleaned him up.

After a breakfast of milk, oatmeal and a few bites of toast I ran a bath for him. He was still rubbing his eyes and far from energetic so I thought this might revive him a bit. He had fun pouring water from his bath elephant then decided to sit down and "poo" in the tub. I said, "do you want to sit on potty?" to which he shook his head no. I took him out and had him sit on the toilet anyway. Then I retrieved the "poo" from the tub and let him flush it down the toilet "bye, bye, potty". The bathtub drained and rerun, I put him in for a second try.

Success! I rinsed him off, wrapped him up and went to put some clothes on my little fellow. We were going to go outside and say "hi" to daddy who was building in the yard. All dressed, I just need to put this last shoe on - ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Bullseye. Right in the shoe, covered the pants, on the change table, splat on the floor. Okay, I think I only got a little on the top of my shoe, so let's try to get you undressed with minimal smearing. Shirt off ... round two. Another good shot, but mom's feet are still on dry ground as she is angled away from the table.

Poor little guy. Chirp's clothes off, we walk to the bathroom to rinse off. He trips walking because he's so lethargic. I clean him up then carry him back to his room. He sits in the rocking chair with "pup-poo" (please don't puke on him!) and watches while mommy cleans up laundry and floor.

I'll skip the gory clean up details. I let him watch his tractor DVD (good thing he gets sick once in awhile so he can watch TV!) then daddy came in for a break. He got to say "good morning" and was up another 30 minutes rubbing his eyes before I broke down and put him back to bed. So it is now after 3 pm and my son has been awake two miserable hours of the day. Ahhhh. Poor little guy. Guess we'll be staying home tonight...