After we got home from pictures Nolan still wasn’t feeling 100%. He was in the bathroom when he started yelling for me. I went in there and he was crying because he was now sick on the other end. He kept telling me it hurt. Again, I felt horrible for him. He took a fantastic nap and seemed to be on the upswing, until dinner time, when his tummy started to hurt again. I made him take a bucket to bed with him. Apparently I didn’t do a real good job of explaining what to do with it, because when I checked on him later that night this is what I found:
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