Noah was sick most of the weekend. Multiple spells of projectile midnight vomiting in two beds = four loads of laundry. Fun times. Add outside temperatures in the 90s and seven months pregnant. Cary worked all weekend on the roasting third floor (probably 90 easily up there) doing demo in the old laundry room, sweat dripping off his face. And he hates working in anything about 70 degrees!
Noah has picked up a horrible new habit of putting his hands in his mouth constantly. I’ve been on him about it relentlessly, but I can’t get him to stop. I’m convinced that whatever bug he got was a result of this new practice, as no one else has been sick and he hasn’t been around anyone else really. Hopefully this will be enough to convince him to stop it.
Avi is still awake. It’s 9:34. I left his bedroom the first time after three stories at about 8:10. We’ve had five trips to the bathroom. He manages to pee each time. How does he eek out more urine every few minutes? Noah used to do the same thing at this age Cary remembers.
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