Last night while Theresa was over, working with Theo on numbers, he started getting sick. He was clutching his tummy and acting weak. Still, the little trooper powered on and did his numbers puzzle. He was really cute, weakly murmuring "nine" and putting the nine in the proper spot. Just when it became apparent that he wasn't feeling well, he puked his little brains out.
Theo has a ritual of running back and forth when Theresa is leaving. As she left, the cleaned-up puke boy, now clad only in his diaper, was determined to go through with his ritual and so he began running. As he ran, he alternated between laughing and grimacing. Poor thing, he was so sweet, trying so hard not to let his hurting tummy interfere with his games.
Finally, after puking some more -ok, a lot more- he was back to his old Theo self. Whatever needed to get out was out.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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