waking up sicky.

So, mother's guilt rears its ugly head. again. 

Jason left this morning saying Jaxson was sick, which I shrugged off because after all he didn't have a fever. 

very important side note: Jax still has his "binky", yes I know I know. Please dont get me started, and I know what you are thinking. That in itself is its own post...the dreaded BINKY!!  However it is and until I yank it away from him will always be his most prized possession in this house. 

That being said lately he has been known to say he is "sicky" or "needs to rest" just to have his binky. we only allow it at bedtime and naptime and of course when he has been sick. Which isn't often at all, most of the time. he is a phony. 

(even more important side note: he gets his incredible acting skills from me.)  

Well. Within 1 hour of his father leaving 2 of the 3 daycare kids I was getting today had arrived. I got them all sitting eating breakfast and I was preparing for our day, Its bug week!! 

I hear this meek voice..."Mom. Im going to throw up." I turned around. "ok, lets go to the bathroom"

He didn't move.

As I got closer, too late. he had gotten sick at the table. at least it was in his own plate. lovely.  :(

guess daddy knew best today.