How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.  

Oh how I love this kid.  He is so great.  Award for best three year old ever.  (Although I know I am completely biased, since I made up today's award... then I feel its okay to give it to my favorite three year old...)

This pregnancy has been completely different from my last one.  With Marcus I was fine, no sickness, no symptoms, nothing, until about 10 weeks and then every single one in the book until the day I delivered.  This one however, I was sick from before we got the good news.  Sick and tired.

Anyway, he has been such a trooper.  This is our conversation this morning as I had my head in the toilet:

SCENE: HALLWAY BATHROOM.  MELANIE'S HEAD IS IN THE TOILET AND SHE IS MAKING DISGUSTING NOISES.

ENTER MARCUS, STAGE RIGHT.  

HOLDING A DIET COKE.

MARCUS: Are you okay Mommy?  You throw up again? 

MOMMY: Ya baby, I'm ok.

MARCUS: Do you want some mommy medicine?

(MARCUS HANDS MOMMY THE CAN OF DIET COKE)

MOMMY:  Aawwwww!  Thanks baby.

(MARCUS RUBS MOMMY'S BACK FOR A SECOND)

MARCUS: It's okay Mommy, it's just throw up.

(MARCUS SEES  MOMMY THROW UP AGAIN)

        EEEW...

(HE SLOWLY BACKS OUT OF THE ROOM)

        EEEEEW...

EXIT MARCUS STAGE RIGHT. 

MARCUS (OFFSTAGE): EEEWWW....

ENTER MARCUS STAGE RIGHT.

HOLDING A BOOK. 

HE SITS DOWN IN THE BATHROOM

 DOOR-FRAME IN THE HALLWAY.

MARCUS: You need a story.  The Very Hungry Ca-piller...

END SCENE.