We were having a lovely month, and then there was the vomiting.
We went to Madison for Labor Day weekend, and the Thornes and Spencers met us there for a visit. We spent an afternoon playing on the playground at my old elementary school, and that evening having dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Lam's house. The next day, we all went swimming at the hotel. And by all, I mean people other than you and me. I had forgotten my swimming suit (after reminding Dad to bring his) and you decided you didn't really want to go into the pool. You really liked standing on the edge and shooting squirt guns at people. It was fun watching you play with your cousin Charlotte, at the playground and at the house. You managed to share your toys with only a few moments of disagreement. I'm always happy when we can get you some cousin time, even when it's only for a short visit.
Your regular preschool classes started. It doesn't seem to be totally smooth yet. There are some kids who haven't quite settled into the groove yet, and you've had some frustrating moments with them. I spoke with your teacher about it, and she had been encouraging you to play with some of the other students who are better behaved. It's another month until parent conferences, so hopefully by then the class will have calmed down and become more enjoyable.
We had gotten back into a pretty good routine, but this week you got sick. It's our first experience with you having a stomach bug, and all of us are a little traumatized. It started Tuesday morning at 3am, which meant I didn't really get any sleep the rest of the night. Dad cleaned up you and your crib while I nursed Miriam back to sleep. Then I laid in your room on the twin bed. You woke up every so often to be sick again, which was awful. I came home early from work that afternoon, and we managed to get a good nap in during the late afternoon. Then you felt better, and I let you eat way too much for dinner. It didn't all stay down, but then you weren't sick the rest of the night, so we all actually got some sleep that night.
It's hard watching you be sick. There isn't a lot that we can do for you, in terms of medication, and you're not able to really think logically about how to make yourself feel better. So we end up just trying to steer you into activities like reading new library books and sitting on the couch watching things on TV. I had brought home some books about planets and asteroids, and then we watched National Geographic's Asteroid: Deadly Impact, which has some pretty amusing footage from the 1990's. I hope that eventually you are a person who is good at taking care of yourself, and not just when you're sick. I hope you value your body and your health, and that you're able to enjoy both. At least, until you start taking kung fu lessons with your Dad. Don't worry; we've got lots of ice packs.
Love,
Mom
In the pool with Dad:
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