One problem that miraculously stopped on Friday night and didn't start up again until this morning is diarrhea. He's been having some pretty foul BM's since returning from Jamaica (Dr.'s visit planned for this week), and fortunately for us chose not to have one on the drive here. Makes sense since we haven't been able to get him to eat anything. This morning it returned with a vengeance though. Nasty stuff. But he's here, already trying to take advantage of the grandparents and threatening to break everything in the house. And for me, the reality that I won't be able to physically touch him for at least the next 3.5 months (earliest I can get an R&R trip home) is really sinking in.


