In the lore of childrearing there is a bit about kids getting sick when one is about to go away/have an important event/or when is otherwise not convenient. Fiona has outdone herself in living up to that lore this week.
We are getting on a plane tomorrow morning for our "Midwest extravaganza" (post to follow) and so on Sunday Fiona came down with a malaise and barfing illness,: We took her to the doctor, got anti barfing medicine, then fever started then diarrhea, or was it the other way around....anyway, we now have a rather pathetic limp child who is still very cute but occasionally projectile vomits or blows out diarrhea. Sound fun? Apparently this is part of normal childhood stuff, who knew!?
So here is a bit of fiona over the last couple of days, this one of her on the potty is being kept to further embarrass her in her teenage years. She fell asleep on the toilet leaning into my lap.
So we'll be the ones with the sick looking kid on the plane to Chicago in the morning. She's looking forward to the plane ride and right now I'd do just about anything to make her happy. I'm bringing and extra change of clothes for the plane just in case though.
(watching Ratattouille on the TV. towel in place to catch barf)