That Was Yesterday, This Is Today

Kevin is better, but we've been there before.  Not holding my breath, just praying, keeping him hydrated and staying on schedule with anti-emetics.  How do I know he's getting better?  Two slices of sugar toast at 3:30 am and he's been fighting with me this morning over getting to play electronics and asking why he can't ski.  As long as keeps that up, he's on the mend.