Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Ever get the feeling...

That you're being punished for something, though you can't quite figure out what or why? While Ian is relatively healthy and Katherine is on the mend with what I'm pegging as giardia or amoebas, Jonathon just woke up (it's 11:30 p.m. here) crying and complaining his mouth hurts with a cough severely irritating his throat. As I administered Tylenol cough & cold, I had to push him gently off in the direction of his room to tend to Rebecca who was crying in her bed. She sat up and with a quick shove towards the bathroom, vomited up her dinner.

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