Sickies

We've got a bug. A bad one. All of us. It ain't pretty, folks. I will spare you the gruesome details but suffice it to say the washing machine has been going non-stop for days now. I think I may have a fair amount of post-traumatic stress coming my way. I'm definitely scarred.

Therapy will have to wait though. In the meantime we've been doling out lots of Pedialyte...


... and cuddles.


And we haven't been out of pajamas for days.

Fortunately the boys have been in pretty high spirits, all things considered. They're still up for playing and laughing and exploring. In fact, it'd almost be nice if they were a little more wiped out. Mommy & Daddy could do with an extra snooze or two. It feels like this thing, as with most baby viruses I'm finding, has hit us a little worse than it's hit them. I'm very thankful for that at least.


We were going to head out to the annual Zilker Park Kite Festival today, but since the danger of more poo-splosions is imminent, we decided to stick a little closer to home. So we loaded the boys into their wagon and headed over to the park.


Yes, we even went to the park in our pajamas - well, not OUR pajamas but their pajamas. Babies in pajamas in public = cuteness. Adults in pajamas in public = just sad & tacky. Hear that, college kids? Sad. And tacky.


We did a little swinging...


...and practiced walking on the castle thingy...



...and went down the slide with daddy...


...and ate some rocks - or attempted to anyway. Mommy's so mean!)


More walking...


...and spit bubbles...


...and then back home again.

Luke planning his next poo-splosion to drive Mommy over the edge.

We have a doctor's appointment this coming week, but I doubt we'll be able to do anything except ride it out. We shall see.

Good times.


The boys are 9 months, 1 week & 4 days old.