sick boy

Last Monday, Luke slept through the night and didn't wake until 07:30. This is unheard of behavior in the Attridge household. I should have known something was wrong. When I heard him stirring at 07:30, I discovered that he was vomitting in his bed. It went on for three days. He spent most of the time in my arms moaning or falling asleep like in this photo. It's the Sunday after, and he's finally well again, but at least two pounds lighter. He's trying to eat enough to make up for it. Paul had it last week. Fingers crossed that Tim and I can dodge it.