Still icky
Yesterday Henry was fine. This afternoon after his nap he stood by the fireplace, tooted, then squirted, then gave me a wide-eyed, finger in the mouth look as if to say: "Did you hear that? Why are you looking at me like I did it? It wasn't me! Honest! I think it was the dog."
So things seem to have shifted southward which is a bit more dastardly. At least when your kid throws up you know that it's happened. When there's a diaper and pants covering the silent but deadly action it's a little harder to tell.
I'm not sure what happened between yesterday and today. Maybe whatever bug he has needed a little time to recoup some energy to come back for a last little party. I can't help but stand back and try to look at things objectively. Two things that Sunday and today have in common:
1. It started snowing five minutes before Henry got sick on both days. Seriously. You should see the beautiful flakeage falling outside right now.
2. It happened right after getting up from his nap.
Thus, I can only conclude that he either needs to stop napping or it needs to stop snowing. Kind of a tough choice. Oh, wait, no it's not.
Stop snowing already!