The stomach bug hit hard, taking three quarters of our household down. Surrey was the first victim then Knox and I followed about a week later. Poor kids were barfing every 20-30 minutes for the majority of the day. Sad and scary and gross. Knox then had vicious diarrhea for the remainder of the week. This is real life people, it's graphic. I'm beginning to feel clean again - although I did think I may have to burn this house down in order to ever rid it of germs. I'd like to never have to deal with the stomach thing again. Give me cold after cold after cold if it means I can avoid the vom. Seriously, potty training then puking - parenthood ain't all squishy cuddly babies and cute preschool crafts. Think twice.
So here he is, late (again). Posing on bath towels, so very fitting.
Oh! And happy half birthday baby boy! He rolled from back to belly for the first time! Only once, and only Jeremiah as a witness. But hey, progress!
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