Well, the good news is… is that Andrew seems to be feeling better. Not great and still warmer than usual, but much better. But AJ’s got it now. He super hot (like 104*) and puky. Poor kid. Of course, unlike Andrew who can be propped up with a puke bowl, a blankie, and the TV. AJ just wants to whine and be held and is very needy. It was taxing. And I’m already sleepy from last night and feeling icky from the iron and it was just a blah day.
But regardless… I got some cuties!!