Bless his little heart. Little Will came down with a stomach flu yesterday afternoon. Threw up I don't know how many times from about 3pm-11pm. This sickness has made me realize that Will really hasn't ever been very sick. I mean, even when he has a bad cold, he is going Mach 10 and won't slow down for a second. But not with this one. Poor guy just nestled on the couch last night watching cartoons. He discovered juice with bubbles (Sprite) - it was hilarious to watch him drink it. He puckered up his face and wrinkled his nose at his first taste of carbonation. Then, smacked his lips and said "more?" Today, he's had a few cheerios and a little bit of grits and some gatorade and water - and he has kept it all down. Whew! But he does have a little temperature and has been napping for 2 1/2 hours so far.
So, the real sad thing is that he missed dressing up and going to school with all his friends. Trick o' treating at the church office with his class, and then the Halloween party. I know he would have loved to see everyone dressed up, and he loves wearing his puppy costume. Hopefully, we will make it out, at least for a couple of houses, tonight for trick o' treating.
And I have been Lysoling every surface in the house, thoroughly cleaning anything that met contact with you-know-what (trying to get a 22 month old to throw up in a bowl is a little tricky), and washing my hands a hundred times in hopes that Ellis and I can avoid the flu ourselves.