Wrenn has had a "beaver" all day today. (That's a fever.) If she wasn't feeling so bad, it would be funny to see her earnest little face turned up to you telling you that "it's okay, mommie, my beaver is going away!". Unfortunately, it's not funny and it went away just briefly, and came back with a vengeance. Now she's throwing up, too. Anybody deal with a 3 year vomiting? It ain't pretty. Props to Patrick for handling that one. (You rock, honey.) But, of course it won't end there, as Eli was beginning to feel warm as well right before bedtime.

So, we're tightening the sails, tying ourselves to the masts, and preparing for the storm.

Help.