H#3 is the third person in our house to fall victim to this nasty tummy stuff going around. First it was H#2, then Granny, now him. In our house that means middle-of-the-night TV and cuddles from Mommy while we wait it out.

UPDATE 3:30 am: H#2 came down looking for me and, while sad to hear his little brother was sick, was delighted to find a Wild Kratts marathon going on. Made even better by an early waffle breakfast.