The boy's a champ.
Runs for the potty, barfs up a lung and hops onto his motorcycle and zooms around the house like nothing even happened.
He's been doing this for almost a week now, and though it does appear to be getting better, we're staying home again today just in case (and yes, husband has saved the day and is taking a 1/2 day so I can go to the NICU baby shower, how awesome is he?! Love! More on that later...)
Meantime, I give you an episode of Rescue 911 at our house. (When you're indoors for a long time consecutively, these are the things you do.) (Ps. did you know my three-year-old was a firefighter?)
911: 911, what's your emergency?
Caller: Fend guck!
911: I'm sorry, I can't understand you. 'Friend guck?' Can you speak clearly? I can't understand you, sir.
Caller: FEND GUCK!
911: I still can't understand you, sir, can you speak into the phone?
Caller: (now crying) GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
911: Standby sir, I'm getting our Supervising Baby Translator on the line with us to help me understand what you're saying.
911 Baby Translator: Sir, what's your emergency?
Yep, and, that was that. Oh how they move on quickly. I wonder how George is doing. Think I should send flowers?