Maybe he did eat a bug

First it was Lucy, then M., and then Finn. All felled by The Stomach Bug of 2010. Thus far, I am the last one standing. Am hopeful that, having made it this long, I am somehow, mysteriously, impervious to The Bug.

Finn woke up at 5:00 am yesterday, complaining matter-of-factly about a tummy ache. I wasn't sure whether to believe him, as there was no whining or moaning. How is it that the child can throw a tantrum if you walk down the stairs ahead of him, but is unphased by a stomach ache? And, when the vomiting started, merely fascinated by his own puke? "Is that a bug?" "I ate that?"

He carried around a waste basket for a few hours, which he contemplated naming "Bucky," but instead opted to just call "Bucket." After a few hours, he was fine and complaining of hunger.

M., recovered enough from his own deathly-illness, stayed home to take care of Finn. I dropped Lucy off at daycare and drove cautiously to work, praying my stomach would hold out for the day. Despite the occasional queasy episode, it did. I even tempted fate by going to the dentist last night, though I thought for sure, if I was ever going to embarrassingly puke in public, it would be with someone elbow deep in my mouth. Nary an urge, though.

I am home with Finn today, as surely he is still shedding virus, and he has only just hit the "24-hours vomit-free" milestone stipulated by daycare. Since there is little to do in the way of mopping his fevered brow and comforting him, today will be more of a "trying to keep my sanity with an energetic 3-year-old who has been cooped up inside for 36 hours" than a sick day.

New computer arrived a couple days ago, though we've been too exhausted and germy to charge it up and explore it. We ended up buying a Sony Vaio, though we really wanted a Macbook Pro. Too expensive, though - crazy expensive. And so ends the last vestiges of our Mac loyalty, I guess. Anywho, as soon as we can get it up and running, I will be posting pictures of the holidays.