Yesterday morning, Finnan came into the nursery asking, "Mommy, can I go to school if I have whooping cough?" I asked him to cough for me and replied, "No, you shouldn't go to school. Can you also tell you daddy that it is called croup?" Since he wasn't feeling well we made honey tea and planned on getting special soup. For lunch, we made the trek out to Atticus' office and we all went to Dai Loi for pho. After some brisket pho, Finnan deemed himself better. (Of course, I only heard him cough once all day. And that was when I asked him to cough.)
Rory has a new habit of staying awake on every outing. This includes being awake (and for the most part quiet and happy) for 5 hours when he made an appearance at girl's night earlier in the week. He was wide-eyed through our entire lunch and admired the ceiling fan and hanging dragons above him. He was so taken by the ceiling decor, that he even forgot to scream for the first ten minutes of our ride home. I think it is time we hang the decorative kites we got for him while we were in Chinatown (in San Francisco) in October.
Unfortunately, the healing power of pho did not last for long. As soon as we got home, Jude put himself to bed. This is never a good sign. Then shortly after he woke up he started throwing up (and frankly didn't stop until 4 am). Finnan then started throwing up two hours later. I thought this was the end of my favorite Vietnamese restaurant for us. But neither Atticus or I got sick. Finnan also woke up this morning with a fever. Then I heard a friend's child who attends the same schools as my boys spent the night vomiting as well. It was a stomach bug. Phew- I can still have my pho.
Jude woke up feeling great. Finnan is still under the weather. Rory decided to wake up every two hours last night. Atticus and I are tired. Right now we are admiring the sun while we lounge on the sofa and do endless loads of laundry, but I am looking forward to a sunny weekend.