On the mend.

Yesterday was a day full of throw up and full diapers (if you know what I mean). Tate got some sort of stomach bug. Luckily, (if there can be a luckily) he got it only 20 minutes into our 3 hour drive to go see Laycee. We were all bummed we had to turn around, but it would have been much worse to get it on hour 2. His car seat was soaked, we'd gone through both extra outfits I brought and decided to call it a day and go home. It was a good thing we did because he was throwing up every 10 minutes from there on out.

He's eating and drinking today and right back to his mischief making self.

Testing the grill for cooking on later.

Playing with his Dr's office toy. I don't know what those things are called, a bead maze? Every kids' Dr's office I've ever been to has them so I call it his Dr's office toy.

Surprise, surprise. Pushing something over to the baby gate to see the dogs.

Busted!