A Plague in our House

Poor little Tom Tom (Lily's favorite nickname these days for her little brother) was sick for pretty much all of last week with a high fever, puking and explosive diapers. He was so sad-looking and just wanted to sleep all week long, wouldn't eat or even drink much, not even cheese or milk. And this boy LOVES a dairy product. Sunday, he was finally back to his normal, cheery self and is eating voraciously once again. I'm so thankful that Lily didn't get whatever crazy virus Tom had. It's shocking, considering she touches him all the time, especially when he's sick and she's playing little mama. It was so sweet to see her petting Tom's head and crooning, "poor little man, you don't feel good, huh?" It was hard to tell her she couldn't touch him when all she wanted to do was kiss and love and comfort her little buddy. Now they're back to playing together and giggling like madmen in the tent in Lily's bedroom!