I am bone tired. After a wonderful and fun morning with AJ that included another round of the Sophie and Wendell game, a trip to Barnes & Noble to play with the train set and lunch at a local pancake joint, AJ woke up from his afternoon nap vomiting and didn�t stop until he crashed a little while ago. His impulses for obsession with cleanliness and order kick into high gear when he�s sick. The poor little guy was actually trying to clean up after himself when he threw up on the bedroom rug. He can�t even keep water down. I have done seven loads of laundry this afternoon. AJ has had just as many changes of clothes. I hope he�ll sleep for a while. He�s exhausted.

These things happen to toddlers. AJ actually gets sick pretty infrequently, compared to most of his companions. But the knowledge that it is totally normal and expected doesn�t make it any easier to watch your little boy go through this and know that you can�t make it all better. All you can do is hold his hand and wash him off when he needs it. I always feel like these instances give me a window into the future as he is more and more on his own and his problems become less and less under my control. But while this kind of illness is by no means pleasant, they also make me feel more like a mom. They remind you how fragile everything is. They remind you of the importance of a hug at the right moment.

Exhaustion breeds sappiness, I guess. If that is the case, then tonight�s planned screening of Four Weddings and a Funeral should be spot on. Ten bucks says I�m asleep before wedding number two.

0 people said it like they meant it