Unfortunately, he'd probably benefit from a cool snowman for his cheek today. He came down with a stomach bug and is now sleeping off a pukey morning. He didn't eat much at breakfast (unusual for a boy who usually wolfs down one or two bowls of "mixed up" cereal) but was otherwise acting just fine. He didn't hesitate to get dressed and walk to school, but when we got there he said he had a sore tummy, but "not the throwing up kind." I thought he might actually be hungry from his abandoned breakfast and went on to work. I was no more than a mile away when the school called to say he'd thrown up. Unfortunately, I had to get another mile away before I could turn around and come back as I was on the bus headed in the opposite direction at the time.
John was able to get to school quicker than I could get the bus back home, get the car and go back to the school. So I met them back at home, sent John back off to work, and got Daniel settled on the couch because, "you get to watch extra TV when you're sick." (His words; wisdom gleaned from Edward's sick day last week. That was a low-grade fever that Daniel never shared; here's hoping Edward won't pick up this bug.)
The snowman didn't last the night. Steady rain brought him down and left behind a thin layer of ice all over. We're expecting mid- to upper-30s the rest of the week, so I wonder if we'll have any snow by the weekend? We've had some fun with sledding the last two weeks, both after school and on weekends. Best new developmental milestone of the year: both boys can carry their own sleds back up the hill. Last winter one of us usually had to ride along on each run or else trudge down to the bottom to help Daniel back up. This year we can just stand at the top, watch and cheer. Even better will be when we can just send them out the door with their sleds and stay warm and cozy at home. But that's a few years down the road!
