Sick

Ever have one of those weeks where everyday seems the same? It's been kind of like that movie, Groundhogs Day, except our everyday this week involves spit up, throw up, snotty noses, poopy diapers, crying, coughing, and sleeping in 30 minute intervals.

We're all bleary eyed tired here. Especially poor Jack. He's been so sick that he can't even sleep, gagging on his own phlegm wakes him up about every half hour. Lack of sleep only perpetuates the terribleness of the situation.

Of course the sickness struck right as Gord is supposed to be studying for finals. Poor guy. He's such a good dad, he slept with Jack all last night.

 I guess when someone else uses your shirt as their personal kleenex and you get coughed on constantly, it's bound to take a toll.

I also woke up with mastitis right in the middle of the worst part of my cold. Let me tell ya, having mastitis, a cold, and two sick babies is no fun at all.

Keep your fingers crossed that it passes soon. We could all use a good night sleep.

But, in other news, Charlie did his first real giggle this week while Jack and I were singing the ABC's to him. One of those moments that makes it all worth it.