So Caia [almost 8mo] started throwing up Wed afternoon. No biggie, right? I mean, she’s an infant with severe gastro-esophioial reflux. What else is new.

But then at 10-something, we find Kenni [she's 3] asleep in a pool of her own mess.

My gut tells me it’s contagious. [-:

Then, 3am, while dealing with a spell from one of the tots [don't remember which one at this point]… ANNETTE: “I’ve got to get to the bathroom.”

&%#*@

So I’m the lone soldier. Good thing I had already taken a PTO for today…to help clean the house…for my brother’s surprise birthday party…that he had to find out about so we could reschedule…but apparently he’s busy every night from now until his NEXT birthday.
Maybe I can eat the 100% from-scratch chocolate cake that my wife baked before the bug unleashes its torment on me. At least it would taste good coming up.

The Sunny Side: laying on the bed with a tiny princess who just can’t seem to settle down until she finds that perfect spot for her head… Daddy’s chest. Beautiful redemption.