Sicky.

A harrowing day for the poor guy. A call from Debbie around three o'clock informing me that he had just thrown up. This is the first time in Theo has ever thrown up, and I was told he was quite shaken up by the whole thing. It is a scary process when you think about it.

However, when I came to get him not more than a half hour later, he was bouncy and chatty and has remained so all evening. He wouldn't even let me take his shoes off. He just wanted to be pushed around the house in his Radio Flyer wagon and read Richard Scarry books. Just another night at the Regan house. You would never know he was sick except he really didn't have much of an appetite. Wouldn't even eat his beloved bananas. (Thank you to Grammy for bringing over the essentials -- juice, Popsicles, and bananas.)

These pictures were taken this evening. I have to admit he looks like a slightly sick Theo. Sparkle in his eye missing. Red stain on shirt is jelly, lost in an effort to get him to eat toast.