Poor Little Peanut

Everything was fine yesterday, and then last night at 8pm, Elijah woke up (or he was never really asleep), and he would not go back to bed. He cried, he fussed, and only rocking in Mommy's arms would comfort him. Shortly after 9, I decided I'd try to take him for a car ride, in hopes it would calm him down. When we got back to the house after maybe 15-20 minutes, I discovered that the odd sound he made 5 minutes after we left was him throwing up. His blanket had got the brunt of it (and there was a lot), but also his car seat, and the backseat. Thank God we have our own washer & dryer, because I could wash everything right away. I gave Elijah a bath to calm him, and then into some new jammies. I gave him some baby Tylenol, and put him to bed. I cleaned up the car, and headed to bed myself. We hardly slept. He was up every 40-60 minutes, then it would be 15-20 minutes of me rocking him back to sleep. We did this all night. He was up at 6:45 this morning, all smiles, ready to greet the day. Not the attitude I had, but at 11:30am I got him to take a nap. It's currently 2:15, and he's still sleeping. Yay! He seems fine, he has a few boogies, but other than that, you'd never know he was sick. Hopefully it will pass quickly.

Oh that big nap he's having, I just woke up from mine, so I'm a little more refreshed. Poor Daddy. Don't know how he slept last night, but since Elijah only wants Mommy, not much a Daddy can do.

We finally got some childproofing done around the house. We have locks on two cabinets, electrical plugs covers all over the house, and we have a gate. Both the kids hate it, but Honey has adapted much better. Elijah just climbs up to the third stair and holds on to the gate. Perhaps he's trying to figure out how to defeat it. I wouldn't put it past him.

On Friday, we went to storytime at the library. He didn't really care to sit and listen to a story, but stared at the kids dancing during music time.