Last week my sweet Moomers had a stomach bug. I felt so bad for him, little guy. He threw up in the middle of the night and I kept him home from school the next day. He camped out on the couch and watched movies all day. I thought he was better and I had planned on him going to school the next day, but he came to my room at 2am covered in vomit.
I gave him a bath and fresh jammies and got him settled in on the couch. The next day was spent recuperating as well and he was fine by following day and went to school.
My poor sick boy :(
Mooms has been doing the sweetest thing for the past few weeks: he'll make little love notes for me and put them in his back pack for me to find. Here is a couple of recent ones:
Both of my boys are great little artists and I love it when they make things for me. Being a mom is the best thing I've ever done...