Warning: the following post contains graphic descriptions of illness and may be unsuitable for some blogging audiences. Parents, may want to monitor their children's viewing. Reader descretion advised.
So in case you don't know, various illnesses have been making their ways through our house. 2 weeks ago, Dakota had strep, which I inherited this past weekend (those tush shots really do hurt). Additionally, Jason had been vomiting Thursday, stopped by Friday morning, started again Saturday night, stopped by Sunday, started again this morning. In between, Dakota and Will both vomited yesterday - diagnosed as Viral stomach bug. I have just psychmom sterilized every bottle part, and I think I am going to dump the formula powder we have for new powder, just in case there is some sterilization issue there as well.
Miraculously, I have not vomited. This is probably due to one of two reasons: either the antibiotics they shot my rear with on Sunday is still working to kill every germ in my body, so I am therefore unaffected; or the balance of the universe is finally swinging my way, making up for all of the vomiting I had to endure during both pregnancies.
You decide.
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Oh. So the seemingly unreleated headline is because, when Jason FINALLY fell asleep for a nap in the living room in his pack-n-play (having sullied every other sleeping surface in the house with his vomiting at roughly the same time - don't ask), Dakota decided that was the perfect moment to "play pirates". Not with Jason, merely near him, and was menacing his general vicinity with a paper towel roll sword, screaming "arrgh!" This of course caused the peacfully sleeping Jason to awake and scream in relative terror, as all of you would if Pirate Dakota was threatening YOU with a paper towel roll sword.
Kids.
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants