Again with the vomiting.

Sleep, sweet darling.

A healing cozy day.

Ziggy and "Pip" watch the "Tubbies." We're in for another snuggly nappish snackish day broken by bits of book looking, painting, and bits and bobs of telentertainment.

This day.

The fellas are considerably better, though Ziggy is still recovering from the evil wicked mean and nasty rotavirus.

Nursemaid and Nursing Mama Booty has not fared quite so well and is now laid up with double mastitis and the first cold sore of twenty years. TWENTY!

The boy babe and I are having a cozy couch day with books and nursing and snacks and Teletubbies and toys. Lots of snuggles.

There's snow on the ground, and more is falling.

Painting our blues away.

A pox on our home.

This was what rotavirus looked like at the Booty Household in a more relaxed moment LAST year.

This year, we're on day five with Ziggy, and now Daddy Booty's down for the count, too. As yet, there have been virtually no such relaxed moments this go round.


Since Friday:

• Number of paper diapers used: nearly 70
• Number of sink pukes: at least three
• Number of Emergency Room visits: one
• Number of Pedialyte products consumed: five single serve apple flavored, one large grape flavored, half a dozen freezer pops
• Number of hours MBH has slept: 13
• Number of loads of laundry run: 11
• Number of "emergency" baths: three
• Number of sinks full of handwashed dishes: countless (with boiled water & teeny capfuls of bleach)