Oh my. Last night Jonah wouldn't cry himself to sleep because he started standing up, and he doesn't know how to get down. So he probably would have drifted off, but he couldn't because he was clinging to the side of the crib. The other problem is that he has thrush and hasn't been sleeping well. (Thrush is a pain to deal with. Have anyone else's kids had that?)

(I have edited this next paragraph so you don't have to hear too much about sick kids and the details that go with it. But you still might not want to eat at the computer while you read. Or you can skip to the next paragraph.) I had just fallen asleep when Eli came crying to the side of our bed and threw up all over everything in the vicinity. (OK, I didn't edit that part.) He had also just been sick on his bed. It took forever to clean things up well enough to get us all back to bed. John went and slept with him in the spare room downstairs. Eli continued to be sick for another few hours off and on. Tori got sick in the early morning hours. We thought that everyone was done today, but then Tori was sick again this evening and contaminated a large area upstairs as well. You would be hard pressed to find a pleasant-smelling room in our house right now. I'll call the carpet/couch cleaners first thing tomorrow.

Actually, the worst thing is not the smell :) but the little pale faces and bodies as they shiver and cry after being sick. It breaks my heart.

You might be wondering why I am here typing when I'm so sleep deprived. So am I. It's the "Night Me" that Nancy referred to. No regard for "Late afternoon Me" which is when I really feel it.

I won't include photos for this post.