Shhhh, don't tell our car insurance company, but we're now a four car family. Ian and Laurel are environmentally conscious, their cars don't require gas. And Laurel, going one step further, drives a car that doesn't even require batteries! (Gotta' love the quiet toys. Thanks Riley, that was an awesome birthday present!)
Laurel: Hey there buddy, I think you damaged my bumper!
Ian: Well, you shouldn't be riding my tail like that!
It's now day seven of the stomach virus. Laurel seems to her usual rowdy self. Her appetite is slowly returning, time to put some meat on those skinny legs!
I think Ian is on the mend. Yesterday was rough. He must have vomited every hour. Dehydration was a huge concern, especially when he couldn't keep a tablespoon's worth of water down. Poor guy, he kept pleading, "Mommy, more water, please!"
I wanted to honor his request, but knowing better, I only dare let him have a few sips at a time. My husband, brilliant as always, suggested giving Ian ice chips. Duh, why didn't I think of that? Ice chips give the satisfaction that you're consuming something with the benefit of slowly absorbing some water. Once we started Ian on ice chips, he seemed to not throw up. Coincidence? It's been 16 hours since he last threw up, I think we'll try some diluted juice once he wakes up from his nap.