Poor Jack

We went to a birthday party for Peyton Friday at Chucky Cheese's. Jack was so excited to go there. Our GPS sent us to the wrong location, and we should have taken that as a sign. Jack was very patient along the way. We finally arrived and Jack had a lot of fun. He was the only one from the group that just walked up to Chucky to tell him 'hi' and high-five him on his own.

Turns out one of the kids was sick but we did not know it yet then. Jack was feeling a bit unwell that night but it did not kick in until later yesterday. He complained about his stomach hurting and eventually threw up. After he did so for the first time in years really, (he only had one a few days where he was throw-up sick but only two or three times over three days)....he said "thank-you Mama for helping me spit." Leave it to him to take the time to use good manners in such a situation. He continued to be sick about ten times over the night to morning. He is taking it easy but getting better today.