A few weeks ago, the whole family was ill. I mean nasty, vomiting disgustingness. Leyton started about 9pm on Thursday night and was puking every 20 minutes all night. I was up with him and a bucket on my lap. He didn't even wake up. I'd just feel him move and try to swiftly point his head toward the bucket. Eventually he fell asleep on the step between our living room and kitchen. Its tough to see... Face down, knees on the carpet in the living room, head in hands on the kitchen floor.
Grif was next in the sequence and was at it all day Friday. Steph dropped at about 6 on Saturday night thru 4 in the morning and I started at from 9pm to 3am. It was awful. I put Leyton down for bed between bouts of praying to the porcelain gods and vaguely recall Griffin being incredulous that we weren't going to read him a story.
