Andrew is still lethargic today and was lying on the bathroom floor as I got ready this morning. Andrew's friend, "Blow Dry" has died. A little background: he LOVES the blow dryer. He drags it around the house and expects us to hold it up to him (unplugged) and say "Wooooooooooooooooo" (making a blow drying noise). He even brings it to us and says it himself (when he is feeling better). Well, this morning, it was making funny noises. I barely got my hair done ("got my hair did" LOL) before the thing started smelling all electrical and got quieter and quieter down to a wurrrr. I have to get a new one after work. I would get Andrew a toy one, but I don't think they have cords on them, not even fake ones. He would know that it's not real. (Am I imagining it, or have I seen pink toy hair dryers before?)
Anyway, I'm going home at lunch to nurse Andrew. He is basically surviving on breastmilk right now. I got him to eat a few egg noodles last night, as well as 3 bites of applesauce. At least there was no vomiting yesterday.