It's the Pits...

Sawyer loves cherries. So he ate 10 of them, pits and all. Even after I carefully taught him how to eat cherries, he decided he knew an easier way. A quick call to "InfoSante" (a medical hotline here that only costs half your paycheck in taxes!) revealed that a trip to emergency was not necessary, we were just to watch him for a few days.

For the next three days he was running around at Vacation Bible School with the best of them. Hopping, skipping, jumping and racing. But this morning he did not want breakfast. Hmm. Is he just trying to get out of eating oatmeal? Should he stay home with daddy? No. He didn't want to miss VBS. So we piled into the van for a glorious VBS morning. However, being the astute mom that I am, I decided half way there that we should abort and go to the emergency room instead. Mostly because Sawyer shared his vomit with us in the van.

All plans of spending a gloriously fun morning at Vacation Bible School were dashed. No one could believe that we were now on our way to Emergency.

The good news is, it only took two hours to get a diagnosis. And the better news is that there is no cherry pit convention going on in Sawyer's intestines. They think it's just a fluke and he is sick with a virus. And the best news is that we all got a good reminder of how "The mind of man plans his way but the Lord directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9 The kids got a chance to be thankful despite their circumstances, and to glorify God by remaining happy when He allows plan B.
Probably the most memorable part of the whole thing for them was how God gives moms great ideas of how to make up for missing VBS: they all got to go to McDonald's for lunch. Quite the treat.
Sawyer swings from feeling fine on Tylenol--

to feeling like this on no Tylenol.
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Here he's collapsed mid stride in a pile of towels that Tristan was supposed to fold for him. Can you believe this is the boy who wanted McDonald's for lunch just an hour ago? Poor little virus boy. It is the pits.