Geez, I hope I don't get this.

Even though Daniel was in true form last evening (see previous post), there haven't been too many hijinks around here today. Daniel woke up throwing up in the middle of the night. How can you throw up and roll around in it spreading it from one end of the crib to the other before you realize it and wake up? Poor little guy -- he hasn't moved off the couch today and hasn't kept anything down either. And of course, Andrew is having a fussy day and hasn't conked out all day until about fifteen minutes ago. I hope that he doesn't get this stomach bug.

Whenever one of us gets sick, we always have to speculate about where we got it and who's fault it is that we are sick. Do you do that? Daniel could have gotten this bug any number of places. He was in the church nursery on Sunday. On Monday, we were at the germ-breeder, I mean, pediatrician's office. Then, we went to the mall play area and touched a bunch of plastic climbing apparati, probably licking some of them, too. Wednesday we were at playgroup, which was at the house of a little girl that had a bad stomach bug a couple of weeks ago. Maybe the germs were still residing on the furniture or the toys or something. Who knows?

Update: looks like Daniel is feeling better. He ate a banana popsicle and drink a little bit of water and Powerade. He saw the pizza we were eating for dinner and wanted some. And the most telling indication that he's feeling better, he started hitting the cat again, saying, "Nice kitty" all the while.