And so it starts

My children are sick. Porgie came down with the a cough and runny nose on Thursday afternoon. It appeared to be a relatively minor cold, nothing too dramatic. On Saturday morning, Izzy started looking a little green around the gills. He couldn't eat lunch, and he asked to take a nap. That is right, my 2 year old asked me to put him to bed!

Thirty minutes later Izzy was vomiting all over his bed. Thirty minutes after that, he was vomiting on his bed again. Thirty minutes later he was vomiting on my couch. Ugh. This went on all afternoon. My baby boy couldn't even hold down water. It was bad.

Then suddenly around 5pm, Izzy seemed to be in good spirits again. He ate part of a veggie burger and drank a cup of water. I expected the worst, but he kept everything down. He went for a walk around the block, played running games with Porgie, and spent over an hour playing with a flashlight (our electricity was out for two hours on Saturday evening).

On Sunday his nose ran like a faucet. He literally whined for me to wipe his nose from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep. And then the vomiting started again. It wasn't true vomiting. It was just watery, filmy stuff, but Izzy was still miserable.

And now we are suffering from a horrible, nasty cough and the world's runniest nose. The moral of this story is that I am tired. And sick of cleaning up vomit. And sick of wiping noses. The end.