Sick day

Lucas and I are home sick today--mostly him. He seemed fine at bedtime last night, but around midnight I had just crawled into bed and I heard him cry out. Josh and I jumped up to discover Lucas was in the kitchen...where he was throwing up. We quickly found that he had left a trail of vomit from his bed (copious amounts of puke) to his bedroom floor (all over the books and toys) into the hall, the den, the OTHER side of the den, and on into the kitchen. It looked like a bad scene from the Exorcist. I didn't know such a small dude could even house that much puke. And it didn't stop for HOURS. At some point I just said f-it, I'm not even going to worry about stripping the sheets off the bed anymore (two loads of laundry and we were out of sheets anyway) and we just threw a towel on the bed and put a bucket on the floor. We have no idea what caused his issue, but he seems marginally better this afternoon. Poor tyke--he's just worn out and dehydrated now.