The good, the bad, and the fantastic

First, the good... Eric got off the bus yesterday and ran past me to the house, where he proceeded to jump on his bike and try to ride it. I made ZERO fanfare about it, lest he remember he was never EVER going to ride again. He was able to balance on his own a bit and get a couple rotations of the pedals on his own. The boy rides again!

The bad ... the boys are sick. Ben was complaining some last night that his tummy hurt and he was having a heck of a time going to bed. Eric (not to be beaten by his little brother in the illness competition) threw up all over the floor sometime after midnight. To spare you any more gory details, I'll just say nobody got a very good night sleep, and the boys were both home all day.

The fantastic... Nana and Papa are coming tomorrow! Hooray!