Puke: Parental Badge of Honor. Usually an annual event. Usually ends up being an entire family bonding event. Gack.
Today, Lil Bro is sitting on the couch under a blanket with a big white bucket next to him. He is almost as pale as said bucket. The Boy is at school which will hopefully keep him from catching whatever this is. Lil Bro has been fevery ever since returning home from church on Sunday. But today the puking started. I'm hoping it's just today and it's contained to just him. I will make a very selfish statement here: I do not want the pukey bug. I am on the tail end of shingles and am still exhausted, whiney and cranky from THAT lovely little illness. I do NOT want to be puking. So I am here, resolutely stating that I refuse to get the pukey bug. REFUSE, I tell you!
On the TS tic front, things have been mellow. But this morning, as I was laying on the couch waiting for The Boy to finish his breakfast, I heard "Hmm...hmm...hmm," coming from the breakfast table. It was a short punctation of a "hmm" that sounds like when you're listening to someone and you're saying "Hmm" in stead of, "Really." It was about every 5-10 seconds. Nothing horrible. Nothing socially damaging. Just interesting that this just started right when we thought he was virtually tic-free.