Here's what I did wrong: Last Sunday I said to myself, "Wow, winter is almost over and we've made it through without too many illnesses." Which, with kids, is a minor miracle.
On Monday, the coughing began. It was accompanied by the diarrhea.
On Tuesday the coughing worsened. And the nose ran a marathon.
On Wednesday the coughing continued, the throwing up was added, and the sleepless nights due to high fevers and coughs started.
On Thursday we went to the doctor. The nose, throat and chest were all clear. Nothing he could do for us. Another sleepless night.
On Friday the coughing was less often, but still body racking in it's severity. That night it would be Jeremy's turn to stay up with the coughing boy. He had one coughing episode during the night, but otherwise slept soundly. Of. Course.
On Saturday the other child had had enough of being ignored because of the sick one. She and I went to the zoo, Tyler and Jeremy rode in trucks and Tyler played with grandma and grandpa. He also took a three hour nap, which was like manna from heaven. The cough became less and less frequent, I think we're nearing the end.
This morning, I haven't heard him cough once yet. But I don't dare say we're out of the woods, I think I've learned my lesson.
Now, some funnies:
Alexis thinks boys underwear has pockets. This amuses me to no end. Also, I told her to sit on the lap of a statue gorilla at the zoo, and this is what she did:
Tyler likes to wear his sunglasses all the time now, especially at night. Go ahead, sing the song. I wear my sunglasses at night...