When your almost three year-old wakes up and sputters, “I’m sick,” you should believe her.
Because 20 minutes after she’s been up, the barfing will begin.
When a kid can’t even keep water down for 24 hours, there’s something wrong.
Caring for a sick child is hard when there’s an energetic, demanding baby who still needs to be fed, played with and held.
The home entertainment system is the greatest invention known to mankind. I want to French kiss my DVD player.
When you get to the walk-in clinic and there are 11 people ahead of you, it’s going to be a bit of a wait.
But if your kid blows chunks all over the waiting room, a kind woman will give up her place in line to let your little girl go ahead.
It’s a good idea to bring a barf bucket to the waiting room. I will know this for next time.
Tonsillitis will reduce this happy, mischievous handful:
to this sniveling, whimpering mess:
but the antibiotics have kicked in and she’s turned the corner. No more barfing (*raps knuckles on wood so hard they bleed*) and her appetite is back.
At least it’s not Swine Flu.
PS: The vintage tee Avelyn is wearing in the top photo actually belonged to Steve when he was a kid. He got it at Expo ’86 in Vancouver when he was a 4 year-old mite and his mom saved it in a musty old chest for all these years. It fits Avelyn perfectly and she loves it.