This morning Jonathan slept late. Really late. It was nice. :) When we got up he ate his breakfast right away without fussing, and then asked to get down. Nothing seemed really out of the ordinary until he threw up all his breakfast about five minutes later. All of it. All over everything, because he didn't stand still while throwing up, he kept walking. I wonder what small children think when they throw up? Does it scare them? Do they wonder what is wrong with their body, to suddenly reverse in such a manner? Jonathan mostly just looked worried and then cried a little bit while we were cleaning him up. Poor little kid.
So I stayed home from church with my sick bear. Gabe offered to stay home, and I know that he would have done just as good a job taking care of Jonathan, but, well, I'm his mom! So I stayed home.
You know Jonathan is sick when he voluntarily chooses to lie on the couch while you read him 10 books in a row. Or goes on a walk and voluntarily leads you home. Or wants to be danced in your arms for a long, long, long time. He was pleasant and happy, mostly, just incredibly subdued. I just put him down for a nap because he fell asleep in my arms.
If you think of it, pray for our little boy.