Pre-flight jitters

So the good thing about flying with Jake is he's old enough to have his own seat (the money bites, but really I can't wait for Will to hit two just so we legally have to get him off our laps), he can occupy himself with tv and books, and we can give him Dramamine and knock him out for a while. The bad news is the kid understands that flying isn't fun. He's been on enough flights to realize that he's trapped for hours and just doesn't feel too well for the first few days in a new timezone. The last few times we've flown he's kind of whined about a stomach ache or not wanting to get on the plane. So tonight when he kind of got in a funk about our crack-of-dawn flight to Boston tomorrow, I didn't think much of it. Until he projectile vomited all over the front porch. And me. And brought up a whopping 102 on the thermometer. He's getting some much needed rest and I was willing to dish out the $100 same-day change fee to get us on the red eye tomorrow night. Fingers crossed he can shake this in 24 hours (because I'm NOT paying $1200 in change fees to fly out later this week) and we can get to the east coast!