Little Luke up most of the night with the stomach flu (probably a result of us letting him play after dinner last night at the Chik-fil-A play area, I suppose. . .our track record there: not so good).
After much running back and forth from our room to his, and then the bathroom. . . I slept on his floor on a sleeping bag. . . under my sweet pink quilt. . .
And he slept until 9ish this morning. . .
So, it's a blue milk morning (as he calls the blue powerade). And his spirits are pretty good.
Me. . . Not so much. Spent much of the morning bumping into things. . . can't see, can't hear. . . Poor Sam and Jack just laughed at me this morning.
Today's plans: a run to the post office. Maybe to Dicks to get Sam's correct sock size. . . Maybe a stop at the mall to check out the trains (as a reward for awesome potty success this week).