24, 2001 - Saturday
Today, Harry threw up. It's the first time he's done that and we're not quite sure why it happened. We put him in his crib for his regular afternoon nap and when we went to get him a couple hours later, there it was. Fortunately, after a cleanup, Harry hardly seemed the worse for wear. In fact, he ate well at dinner and acted so normal that his mother and I went ahead with plans to hire a babysitter and go out for the evening. Admittedly, the party was just five minutes away and we carried a cell phone, so the gamble really wasn't too large, and we told the sitter all about the afternoon. Fortunately, when we got home, Harry had gone to bed without incident and was sleeping like the proverbial angel.