Illness

Branch's very first brush with a stomach virus was this weekend. Of course, Parker was out of town for work. (He's actually in Rio tonight as I type this- but just got there from Argentina today.)

Branch was pitiful and had no idea how to communicate he was going to be sick (at first). He said, "My stomach hurts, OW!" Then BAM! We were off to the races-

He also cried while throwing up, which tore me to pieces, and said things like:

"I don't want to do this!"
"I don't like throwing up!"
and
"HELP ME, MOMMY! HELP!"

All of which were so hard to hear, but, were all so stinking cute-

Since B isn't a cuddler, only when he's sick like this do I get unprovoked hugs and cuddling. I can't say I wish he wasn't still a little sick- becuase I might get one more head-on-my-chest hug from the little man. So, we laid in bed together, watched Toy Story 3, and veged out all day. Ginny is holding strong- no illness her way as of yet.

Grandpa came over for a time today to help, and G squealed and squealed for him.