Last night I dreamed that Evan threw up in his bed. Sadly it was not a dream but reality. I must have heard him puking and incorporated it into my dream. I did a wash all the bedding day yesterday and now I am having to do it all over again with Evan's formerly freshly laundered sheets and blankets.
He spent the morning watching Thomas and ended up throwing up his lunch. He is feverish too but in an odd twist of fate I am unable to locate any of our many thermometers. We have two digital (one used exclusively for rectal temps), an ear one that someone gave us and a tympanic forehead one and yet they are all MIA. I am not too worried as he does not seem excessively lethargic or anything, however we will be missing church tomorrow. I am keeping my fingers crossed that Harry will not get it too but chances of that are slim especially since the little monkey found a cast off sippy cup that Evan had been sipping out of all morning and promptly drank out of it before I could stop him.