sunday started with a scratchy throat and by monday morning had expanded to an incredibly painful sore throat. by tuesday i spoke like a smoker, wednesday i was a male smoker. i am only now, this sunday, at the point where i mostly sound normal. i also cough a lot. on monday kate was exhausted, sore, and feverish. tuesday morning she threw up. because of my sensitive throat, i threw up, too, but only because was throwing up and my gag reflex's ability to hold itself together was compromised. so kate stayed home and puked and slept and watched more movies in a row than she's ever watched before and later, while taking a break, requested another movie and claimed she'd "hardly seen any movies at all...only three". right. thursday sarah was feverish and exhausted and mostly slept and watched movies, throwing up only a few times on friday, whereupon i learned that my gag reflex was not quite recovered because again, i threw up. friday afternoon got better when she awoke from yet another nap full of sunshine and rainbows but i can't help but think (and hope) she's still not feeling well because today she's been a disaster. if she's still sick then there's the excuse. if not, we're in trouble. she's been changed into something awful.
mothers of newborns ought not be sick, and newborns ought not be fussy and small children ought not throw up. and all three of these things ought not to occur simultaneously.
but c'est la vie, my friends, that's all i can say. we came through this week with sunshine and in fairly good spirits, just exhausted, which makes sense.
also, this week:
nathan took a bath.
then he got into bed with seth, and they were adorable.
we found a dead rat in the backyard.
then we poked it with sticks.
uncle aaron held nathan and we all rejoiced that uncle aaron is living nearby again. he's the best.
not pictured: we watched bye bye birdie, which was awesome. next up: the music man.