Sick sick sick

Poor Nate is sick. This is the first time he's been verbal enough and aware enough to sort of realize what's going on. When he woke in the middle of the night Wednesday, he told us, "Yuckies come out of my mouth." I told him the next morning, after it happened again, that it is called throwing up, and he can say, "I threw up." So he repeated, "I frew up." He was fully out of commission yesterday with a high fever, but he seems a lot better today.