We Had Plans...

...for this 3-day weekend, but they've changed. Joseph made a little cry at 9:00 last night, but I figured he'd been dreaming and woke up for a second. It's been known to happen. I went into his room this morning to get him up and found him covered in puke. Apparently, he slept in it all night, even though it meant he was wet and cold. Poor little guy. We gave him a bath and tried to feed him some bland food, but no luck. He threw up most of it and hasn't really eaten since then. Now, he's just sitting there in a daze on James's lap while we watch Star Trek. I hope he gets better soon! It's no fun to have a sick little boy.