My Music Man

Luke LOVES the guitar (and, well, music in general), and while Daddy was away tonight at a church meeting, he expressed just how much!! He climbed on top of Tom's guitar case and gently rested his head on his "Neigh" (most prized stuffed animal - horse), stuck his thumb in his mouth, and was content to lay there for quite some time. While he's not to get on top of Tom's case, I just didn't have the heart to tell him to get down. I think he was missing his Daddy as much as he was showing his affection for the guitar! When Dad sees this, I doubt he'll mind. ;)

Me, that's who!

Yep, I was NEXT!! It wasn't so bad for me though. No vomiting, just the other, ahem, end. It was over in a day, for the most part, and I was no worse for the wear. Beau, on the other hand, has had a rough few days!

Today is his 4th day into this crud and he FINALLY was able to eat about 2/3 of a banana and a piece of toast. This was a HUGE deal for him as he had not eaten anything the previous 3 days. Poor baby! He couldn't even keep down sips of water until yesterday. He's soooo skinny.

After he had some toast and regained a bit of energy, we had our first conversation in 4 days, about mosquitoes no less. I almost cried to be honest because I've been so worried about his well-being and he's just not been "in there". I'm hoping and praying tomorrow brings him even further along. Luke was on day 6 today and I think it's safe to say he's back to his normal, rascally self!

Luke, on Saturday... (We thought he was getting better on Friday since he had no more diarrhea and didn't vomit all day, but he had a relapse on Saturday and Sunday. Poor Bubba!!)



Beau, today... :(
















Sad, no?

Next...

A couple of days ago, Luke offered up to me 14 bouts of diarrhea and 2 fun-filled sessions of vomiting. Gooood times! Seriously though, the poor baby was such a trooper. What bothered him the most was how sore his bottom got with a diaper rash. He actually spent ALL day on the couch and watched 4 movies and an array of cartoons. This NEVER happens, but I'm glad he was able to relax and recover instead of trying to play through it and wear himself out anymore than he needed to. By the second day (yesterday), he was much better. Still feverish and sluggish, but no more diarrhea and vomiting. Yay! The tunnel was short and we were in the light!

Then, this morning rolls around. Just before 6 a.m.,Beau shows up in our bedroom doorway with "jazz hands" out and walking like Frankenstein proclaiming, "Mom, I throwed up in my bed!" I bolt up in bed to see my little jazzy Frankenstein looking like he just dove into a triple scoop, chocolate ice cream cone. Aaaahhhh! His face was covered in vomit right along with his p.j.'s. We walked to his bathroom to get him cleaned up, and he proceeds to tell me how his belly had been hurting him and he "throwed up" all over his bed and how he was now "sick like Luke". I agreed, and then he says with a waivering voice and forlorn expression, "I think I'm not having a very good day." :( No buddy, I think you're not!

Next??

Keeping up with the Jones'

Let's see...I'm married to a wonderful man, have 3 beautiful children, a nice home, and my very own minivan. All that's missing is a blog. And a dog, but that's where I draw the line between my family and the Jones'! I don't have to potty train or feed a blog. Three human children are enough for me, thank you!

More to come...just waiting for the monkeys to do something to write home about.