Poor little dude

Last night I tore off the final link in my countdown chain, but ec did not go to daycare today after all.   He has apparently caught the stomach bug his sister had last week.  Yesterday we walked down to the farmer's market where I bought a sticky bun, the first one since January, to share with E. ec slept about twenty-five minutes in the moving stroller, waking up as we stopped back at his house.  After a while I was sitting on the floor holding him on my lap as we read.  All at once he opened his mouth and vomited up his breakfast.  After a day or two of mild foods he had eaten a little orange and sausage, but I guess it was too soon.  Fortunately I keep a spare pair of pants at E's for just such an event.  So instead of meeting his new caregivers and playing with other little boys and girls he spent the day with his mom.  We hope he will be better by Friday and begin his daycare then.