First, the wee sma' Dude had a cold. He got over the cold, and developed a fever. He started throwing up the same day that I got the Insane Viral Sinus Migraine. Two days later, he started having vile diaorrhea and we spent an Extra Super Fun day and night in and out of St. Joe's Pediatric Emerg. (His new word that night, after enduring two rectal thermometers and a pee-catching bag taped over his crotch, was "Go". As in, gesturing madly at the door, sobbing "Go, go-go-go, GO!")
He recovered for about a day, then sickened with his own Insane Viral Sinus Migrane. Then he got a cold. Then he got well for the better part of a week, only to start with the diaorrhea again, though rather less liquid and odourous this time. Now he's got the worst cold yet, and the wettest, saddest cough ever. I feel like I'm drowning in toddler fluids, and haven't had a decent night's sleep in a month. So that's why I've been not so posty with the tasty recipes.
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