I'm still queazy

Lola threw up on my new shoes the other night. And as soon as it was out she was so confused, pointing at it, reaching for it, and talking about it. If I only understood her language I'm sure she'd be saying, "Mommy, my peaches...I want those...what's going on?"

So after Claire and Lola were well for more than a day, Riley up and got sick, along with Nathan and I. But you know, Nathan is the man who has never vomited and he doesn't plan to break that streak, so he's at the mall Christmas shopping with Kate and Lola while Riley and I lay around. What a guy.

That's my short story for now. I'll be well tomorrow, surely, and it'll be a great Saturday. That's my dream. Oh ya, and Nathan and I feel the need to fast from coffee. I'm sure I'll change my mind tomorrow.