Through the ringer

The temps were soaring and the humidity was thick this weekend, so when Owen got sick at the supermarket on Sunday morning we were sure it was because he'd gotten over heated.

Then his daycare provider called to tell us that she was going to be out on Monday with the flu. Then yesterday, both Amy and I were sidelined with some serious flu symptoms. I made it to work in the morning, only to find myself napping on a floor in an unused room in my office to get my head clear enough to drive home. Pam was able to leave her internship and watch Owen while we tried to recover, but we still ended up at the hospital last night because Amy couldn't keep anything down and was getting really dehydrated. They gave her some anti-nausea medicine and a bag of fluid. It was all too reminiscent of our Boston Marathon experience in 2006. Thankfully I didn't have to run anywhere this morning.

We all seem to be doing much better today. And we're so thankful Pam was around to take care of Owen while we convalesced. She picked him up from school and brought him to music class. He seemed to have a fine day.

Owen is a hoot, as always. He's been enjoying a new selection of Dr. Seuss books from the library, laughing almost uncontrollably at Horton sitting on the egg and the plight of all the poor turtles comprising Yertle's soaring throne. He's also working on his first product endorsement with the most compelling delivery of the Spaghetti-O's slogan I believe I've ever heard ...



Another highlight for me was a sentence he said this morning. He was eating breakfast and heard a bird chirping through the fireplace from the top of the chimney. He got up, walked to the chimney and said, "Cheep, cheep. Good morning bird, says Owen."

Nice.