It was such a beautiful day... except for all that puke!

Big guy in his new hat at the duck pond!

Big guy exploring the outside world.
Big guy possibly eating a leaf? or bug? mmm, nature.

We had our follow-up at the DR about the nebulizer. He sounded great! And I was given the thumbs up to start decreasing the amount per day that he was getting it, with the idea of stopping all together by monday. Great news! Even better was that friday was the next day and it was supposed to be gorgeous! Mid to upper 70's, sunny, and big guy was going to spend the day with Nanny- duck pond here we come! Of course, things never work out the way you expect.

Friday morning started out really nicely, we got up early, nebulized and were eating some cinnamon raisin toast w/ cream cheese, our norm. However, by the time I got to work, disaster. I'm about to open my office door when I get a phone call from hubs. Who is screaming hysterically. Big guy just threw up all over the kitchen. Crap. After two different phone calls trying to calm hubs down (apparently men aren't good with throw up), Nanny is there and has cleaned up the kitchen floor, taken big guy up for a bath, and hubs is slightly more calm. Funnily, if Nanny's train hadn't been late, she would have been the one puked on.

After I burst into tears at work-geez, I must be going for a record this year- I call the dr's office and the nurse says she thinks it is from coughing and trying to get out all the mucus. Ok, sigh of relief- not another tummy bug. He sleeps until about noon and then wakes up and pukes again- but it's all mucus! Slightly reassured, but still nervous, I head home around 1ish, as does hubs.

By the time I get home he was in a great mood and preparing for a walk to the duck pond. We start drinking small amounts of milk and stroll down to the pond, with a stop at the bagel store first, for a plain bagel. We then spent the rest of the day outside at the duck pond- omg- big guy is so cute in his new sun hat. He loved the duck pond and seeing the geese. He actually cried when we started to leave. Then we ate dinner on the deck and big guy strolled barefoot in the yard. It was a great night, capped by blowing bubbles- hubs is an amazing bubbler.

Big guy was exhausted by 6, so we went to bed early. I gave him a small amount of milk, about 5 oz, and he was peacefully asleep. Until he started screaming, coughing, and then puking all over our bedroom floor. Yikes, it was gross and smelled like feta cheese. Poor thing was so tired, he slept in bed with me. And got pedialyte throughout the night when he woke up. I'm glad the mucus is out, but the day definitely could have done without the puke!