vomit galore

Nate had a great day yesterday - we played outside, had a picnic lunch in the yard with Becca, had a great nap, played with Pop-Pop... until around 6pm when he started to projectile vomit all over the place. He puked in our bedroom, in the kitchen, in his bedroom, on Thad, on me... you get the drift. It seems that he caught this intestinal bug that's been going around our area. This morning he has (so far) kept down a handful of Cheerios, some graham cracker, and a ton of Pedialite, so that's promising. And he's currently napping on me, so that too is a good sign. Poor little guy.