As I wrote yesterday, the whole family was pretty sick, except me. This morning it seemed that my son was already much better. The entire day, he was in good shape, drank a lot, had some pear, and later some pieces of toast. It all seemed to go well. He was running and playing.
Until at 6pm his body decided otherwise. Everything that had entered his body over the day was splattered across the living room floor. Volume 2 was a pretty large volume. Volume 3 and 4 came only briefly after, and covered the couch. My son aims for anything, as long as it’s not a bucket…
He’s now quietly sleeping. Let’s hope he’ll be better tomorrow. One thing I’m pretty sure of, is that the odds that I will start my own stomach adventure soon are increasing by the minute. Something is brewing, and it isn’t good. If there’s no blog tomorrow, I’m probably hanging face-down in a toilet bowl. Forgive me. Or wish me luck.
Robin Heinen 