It started at 2am when the little Mr. came to our room, got in B's face and exclaimed, "Dad, the throw-ups are coming!" Yeah, we high-tailed him to the bathroom and made it just in time...we had a couple more rounds of that until the little guy finally fell asleep out of pure exhaustion.
We all woke at 7am to discover both kiddos had fevers...thrown into the mix was the little Miss, coughing, sneezing and snotting everywhere.
So, we had a movie day, cuddled on the couch, camped out on the living room floor (barf-proofed everything...I was hoping we wouldn't be following in your kiddos footsteps Have) drank lots of water and juice, and napped...
*the barf-proofed couch...*
It's so gut-wrenching (no pun intended) when your little ones are sick...but, I have to admit I loved having all of us crammed together on the couch. Sometimes hugs and kisses do make it a little better. Now, we'll see if B and I come away unscathed or if round two will be coming in 24-hours...until then, I'm signing off to veg on the couch and crash early.