Italian Appetite

This photo was not staged.  This is really what my son ate for dinner last night.  Oh, all right, he didn't eat it all - he left an inch or two of bread.  This is about the size of the meals he's been eating for the greater part of this last week...  All I can say is I'm hoping it's a growth spurt cause if his portion sizes keep rising exponentially, I think I might have to add a profession on the side to teaching just to keep the fridge stocked.

Toga Boy or The Lighter Side of Sickness

I had to pick up Reilly early last Thursday at preschool cause of diarrhea/vomiting. Yuck. Because diarrhea happened in the morning and Reilly had to be changed, he didn't have another change of clothes to be put into when he vomited in the afternoon. So Reilly's innovative caregiver made a toga out of his blanket so he wouldn't be naked/cold!!  My opinion of her went way up after this in at least three ways that I can think of right now: one, who would have thought this could be a substitute for a change of clothes?  Two, Reilly's toga had some darn intricate parts (of which I've attached pictures) - I mean, it was nice, and third, it made me laugh at an otherwise serious situation. I just couldn't hold in my laughter when I saw my little guy looking like a Greek philosopher.

He Topped Me Again!

I seriously have NOT had a sick day this winter.  I don't know what it is about this particular winter, but if I have a sniffle, my husband has a full-blown cold.  If I have allergies, he has an asthma attack (before you panic, remember who's writing this and the literary license she takes in stretching the truth).  If I throw up, he throws up all night long.  Why is this important?  Because no one wants to take care of the baby when they feel like pond scum.  And WHO do you think trumps WHO if he's sicker than you?  Yep.  We love our husbands.  But will someone do some research and find out if they plan these things?