When your child is ill...

This weekend started out great.  Saturday morning we went to a restaurant called Doppio Zero for breakfast.  Crazy Little Man and Lovely Little Girl had the sniffles earlier in the week, but both seemed to be doing ok.  They both ate two pancakes and some fruit, and seemed to be doing fine.  We decided to go and see about buy LLG more clothes, since she's already started to grow out of the ones we bought less than a month ago.

About 20 minutes after eating, CLM started saying his tummy hurt.  He got in one of the shopping carts we had, and sat down.  He would occasionally mention again about his stomach, but seemed ok.  Then, as we were paying, the sickness came all at once.  Lovely English Lass kept him from getting it all over the place, but he wasn't feeling well.  As we cleaned up (thank goodness for wet wipes, right?) the woman paying next to us, but not DIRECTLY next to us, looked at CLM and family as if we'd done it on purpose.  Believe me, if he could have been weaponized for sick, I would have done it right there with that woman.

We finally got him home, after a delay at the register.  (Not sick related, Hello Kitty related.  They couldn't find the price tag on a pair of slipper socks.)  When we got home, CLM asked if he could go take a nap.  At 10 am.  He definitely wasn't feeling it.  Right before he got into bed, he got sick again.

This was the pattern for all of Saturday.  We counted 10 times in all for little man to be ill.  Each time he'd rebound afterwards and feel much better, only to later get sick again.

Now, there is nothing worse than when your child is ill.  And CLM is one of the saddest little people when he gets sick.  He looks and acts like it's the end of the world and begs to be cuddled.  (And if you can say no to the little voice with the pathetic look on his face, you're a more stoic person than I.)

Hopefully he'll be ok.  Yesterday he was fine, but this morning he's gotten clingy again.  Hopefully this bug runs its course quickly because I hate seeing him like this.  I want him happy and crazy.  At least until he does something like hit his sister with a golf club or something.  But that's a whole different sort of story.