Well Saturday night Drew started feeling really bad. He had to work this weekend. Saturday and Sunday mornings. SO he drug himself to work on Sunday, then he came home, lookied up his symptoms, and decided he had the FLU.
Well V-day he got up and headed to the Dr. After a couple hours in the clinic, he went to the pharmacy, with the diagnosis (just as he thought), Flu and acute bronchitis. And he sounds horrible. I feel so bad for him, he is just miserable. He will be up for an hour and have to go lay back down again, from being dizzy.
He has decided that the FLU is not nearly as bad a Malaria, but still pretty bad.
Mostly I feel horrible that Noah wants his Daddy. He just follows him around saying HOLD, HOLD, HOLD..... And Drew keeps telling him, "I am sick buddy, I love you but I can't hold you."
Later I was reading the story of the good Samaritan to Noah. And he looks at the guy on the page that was beat up and looking horrible and says, SICK, SICK, SICK. I just said yes he is buddy.
Noah and I celebrated V day, with goodies that Grana and Babu sent. Noah especially liked the Hershey's Kiss. He really did not understand the heart suckers that much (mostly because I have never let him have a sucker before) he tried to suck on the bottom like it was a straw.
Having his first taste of kiss
Sneaking another one
