And Mommy. In this case, anyway. So the reason there hasn't been a blog update in a few days is that Jack's rather nasty little stomach virus was visited upon the parents, and let me just say that Jack handled it a lot better than I did. Whereas he just cried at various moments, I spent almost two days in fetal position, crying softly. Perhaps it's the timing of the Olympics that had me recalling Nancy Kerrigan's "Why....Why...?" as I made the umpteenth trek to the bathroom.
Being sick is a miserable experience anyway, and it's even worse when you've got a busily crawling 13-month old and new dog to entertain. Or keep apart. Because Jack is fascinated by Charlie, and pursues him with a reckless enthusiasm that is quite troubling to Charlie himself, since Jack's playing typically involves pulling on Charlie's ears, fur, whatever. Charlie, however, isn't troubled enough to actually leave the room, or anything - he just gets up, finds a spot about 10 feet away, and lies down there. And the whole pursuit, catch, and relocation occurs again.
Fortunately Emily's sickness and mine were staggered somewhat, so whereas she was out of commission on Sunday afternoon and evening, right before I got sick, I was pretty much useless most of Monday, when she was starting to feel better. Until she got sick again. But prior to that she was able to take Jack to the doctor to learn to our dismay that he'd managed to get his second ear infection in two weeks. Which hopefully will be the end of it for a little while since he's only got two ears.
Speaking for myself, a little ear infection would be preferable to a stomach virus. Bleh.
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