And then: Anderson started barfing Monday night, then switched it up to the 'other end' by Tuesday morning and there weren't enough diapers in all of Austin to keep up with him. The dog got lost, the dog got found. The husband started a brand new job. Both kids got hauled to the pediatrician for check ups and one screamed the whole time. The other was a total angel, weighed in at a healthy 11 lb, 10 oz, and barely batted a sweet little eye when jabbed in the leg for her first shots. (For good measure, she started sleeping through the night this week as well.) My "gunk" stuck around and made me miserable until mid-day Tuesday. A's "gunk", while improving, continues to make him cranky and, uh, messy. And today, our pro bono nanny/cook/cleaner/Gatorade fetcher (my FIL) caught the "gunk" and puked his way back to Houston.
Not much going on around here. Not at all.
(Did you know food poisoning can be contagious? I didn't know that, either, but apparently it can be. How weird is that? We have no idea if it actually WAS the Panera or whether J and I somehow caught a bug at the exact same moment, but either way, it's been a big ol' ickfest around here and we're hoping the end is near- send your stay healthy prayers to Miss Vivi and her Mimi, please.)