Simon is sick. And it really sucks. Monday night he woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. And kept waking up every half hour for the rest of the night. On Tuesday morning, Pablo and I were supposed to drop off the kids with my folks so that we could go to Montreal shopping for clothes for me. Simon looked to be much better Tuesday morning after some medication so we did as planned and dropped off the kids and left for Montreal. Simon's fever came back during the day and all he wanted was to be held by my mom. My mom told me how Isabella was amazingly well behaved all day considering she couldn't give her the attention she usually gets. We got back into town and picked up the kids at 7:30pm. Simon looked so sick - it was heartbreaking. We gave him some Tempra at 8pm and he fell asleep. He woke up at 2:30am and was awake for about an hour and then fell back asleep till 7:30am. Pretty good night overall.
Today Simon's fever is pretty much gone but he is grumpy. And Simon is never grumpy. He's had some baby cereal, a bit of soup and lots of water (and only one puke session). During one of the trips to the kitchen to feed him some cereal, Isabella was in the basement watching tv. (Recently, Isabella has discovered the magic that is commercials. And not just any old commercials but commercials selling toys. Every commercial she'll ask us to look at the tv and promise to buy her whatever toy is being advertised.)
SO, while I'm in the kitchen feeding Simon, praying that he doesn't projectile vomit cereal all over me and the semi-clean floor, Isabella HOLLERS from the basement, "MOMMY! CAN YOU BUY ME THIS TONKA TRUCK?!?!?!?!"