Sunday, we took them to
This morning, Christian woke up puking up everything she's eaten in the last month, and Cullen woke up crying (which he never does) and was Grumpelstiltskin all day. He wanted to be held, while pushing away, just about the entire day. If I (gasp!) actually put him down, he would wail like I'd broken his little baby heart, and lift his arms to be picked up again. He'd sit in my lap, sucking his thumb, for a few minutes, then start the cycle over again. She stopped throwing up before noon, but felt yucky all day. He had a little fever last night, and a seal-bark kind of cough. Looks like a trip to the doctor is in our future!
Spring Break rocks!