I know on Monday I mentioned that we had had a little cold that ran through on Friday. Well, apparently, either it was not done running, or another one was waiting to pick up the baton.
Monday we tried to get a day of work done on the Farm, but Seppi was not his usual, cheerful, energetic self. He almost didn’t want to carry the brussels sprouts.
Of course, it was a pretty big stalk.
He perked up when we started cleaning the sprouts…
And putting them to soak in brine.
But then he went down again.
Winnie took a break from being a goofball to throw up all over the kitchen floor, and then went right back to her dress-up.
But oh wait! He rallied again at the prospect of getting to work in his new Math book! He did two lessons!
But then he went down again, hard, right after lunch.
And the day rapidly spiraled out of control from there, with more bodily fluids, moaning, groaning, sadness, and other horrors of this vale of tears.
Until about 4:30 when Seppi suddenly said he was not sick anymore, his color returned to normal, and he both demanded and demolished a plate of leftover stroganoff.
Who knows?!
Little Farm in the Big City 