Sick Day

I have been ill, under-the-weather, smashed down by the local plague, whatever you want to call it. And now the youngest child is ill, so the fun, it never stops around these parts. Unless you count trying not to laugh at the snarfly, tired baby with a mouth full of Oatioes who suddenly wants to nurse NOW (now!! Now!!! noooooow!), but who doesn't want to empty that mouth. We can't have it all, kid. Best to learn now.