And of course, texted the party mom and told her we would not be attending "just in case" he was coming down with something.
Well, 5 hours later, Jake ended up being fine. And 5 hours later, he popped up out of bed ready to "go to Olivia's party."
Oh, poor Jake. When I broke the news that he had missed the party, he was devestated. (And for a reason I really couldn't explain...I mean, "Jake, we don't want to be that family that everyone talks about on Facebook bringing their pre-pukey kid to the party and infects the whole party or worse, pukes AT the party...etc etc.")
He started crying so hard that I thought then he really was gonna puke, so I had to act fast.
I told him we would have a birthday party for HIM. Right that second.
It kinda just came out before I even thought it all through.
But, without haste, I ran to the closet and got out one of my emergency presents (yup, I have those), and wrapped it. When Jake saw that I would wrap presents, he started throwing items down the hall to be wrapped so he would have "lots and lots of presents." (Thank goodness he was satisfied opening presents he already owned.)
We didn't stop there, though. 4 candles in a brownie. Yup.
Playing with his only "new" present.
For now. :-)