Rory is either throwing up or having diarrhea and Andrew has been bouncing up and down and screaming on me with excitement from it all. We've been doing this since 4:30 am. I have finally sung Andrew to sleep (he likes random words to a tune, he'll stop moving to listen and accidentally fall asleep), and Ryan has come up to take him back to bed.
Me: Why? Why did we have kids? We didn't think this through very well.
Ryan: Seriously.
Me: We could be asleep right now. And we could still be asleep five hours from now. And then we could go to brunch and have coffee and go to the dog park. Or a movie.
Ryan: We could go to the dog park AND a movie.
Me: Way to think big, Walz. Ugh, these guys are the worst.
**Look at baby who passed out mid back arch across my arm**
Me: Okay, they aren't that bad.
In other news, Rory has now held down part of a piece of bread, although it gave her a stomach ache. And Andrew slept. And Ryan is making coffee and eggs and bacon.
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