Our life raising JR, our adopted miracle from Kazakhstan.
Monday, January 19, 2009
About 5:30 a.m. (at which point on most workdays, I'm well on my way to the office), in my sleep I heard JR's voice "Plee-ase". Then, no longer asleep, I hear "Mommy, I threw up" So here we are at home, with a cranky, feverish, vomiting little guy. The little guy hasn't been sick in a long time (when we pulled his prescription history for last year we were amazed to realize we never had to renew his asthma meds last year). But if one has to be sick, when better than a day that school is closed, work is closed, we had no special plans and it's really too cold to be outside, anyway.