Poor Isaac: Sunday night he came down with some intestinal discomfort (lots of toots and wakeups - I had him for a few hours again), and by Monday it had revealed itself as a stomach bug. Fortunately it coursed through his system fairly quickly... but then in the evening he started doing a sparky the seal impersonation: Yep, he got Croup. So Pamela and I took shifts, because he was only sleeping up to an hour at a time between coughing fits.
Today, he still has it, but his spirit is strong: He played a new fun game with us, called "it's for you". Take one real telephone, hand it to Isaac, and he'll press a few buttons and give it back to you. Variations include throwing it to you, and alternating handing the phone to the other parent too. Hours of fun (well, at least one hour of fun).
So tired is the word of the day...
And tired will be the word of next week as well: We're starting 5-day-a-week 6am classes at my workout place, though I'll only be able to attend monday-tuesday, because Tuesday I'm shipping Pamela off to Miraval for the third attempt at her 40th birthday extravaganza. Whoo hoo! Superdad to the rescue.
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