Xander is throwing up today. He woke me up at about the same time Nick woke me up the night before, gagging a little and looking pale. He slept a bit more with me, then got up and ate two tiny bites of breakfast, a half glass of orange juice, and began throwing up. Poor babe is lying on the couch, still pale, on top of a large sheet with his own pillow and blanket, watching How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?
Since yesterday evening he has not wanted me to be out of his sight, not even in the kitchen doing dishes or in the next room playing with Nick.
Nick, on the other hand, ate half an adult bowl of oatmeal and raisins and two pieces of toast along with milk and water. The trick today will be keeping him out of Xander's way.
Xander keeps asking for milk. This will not end well.
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