Up And Coming

Went to wake the Boy this morning. In the darkness as he rustled himself from dreamland I saw - horror of horrors - he had gotten sick last night. It was all over his bed, his pillow, his PJs, his stuffed animals. It was ghastly. And yet he had gone back to sleep. Weird kid. His stomach is in serious rumble mode and his back side has clearly indicated some kind of GI bug. He's going to spend the day in and out of the bathroom I suspect. We have started his rehydration and will keep at it.

The Boy has never had this happen (except for that whole new car moment). He threw up twice as an infant and never again, so last night's little (well, not little) expelling was new to us. Uh, yuck.