Flowers do NOT smell like Roses

We're still fighting the good fight with the Flowers today.

After three days of being trapped in the seventh level of Hades - which in case you were curious is made from ALL FLOWERS - Mike took over today and I went into work.

Charlotte seems so far to be better. The night went by cleanly for her.

The same cannot be said about Spawn Part Deux, who at 4 am, had an incident that Mike will only refer to as The Day My World Changed. Apparently, one-piece feetie pajamas are not the best choice of attire for a Flowering infant.

Let's just say, I'm glad it was him and not me. I think I would have officially gone over the edge.

"Babe, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was down both legs and up to his arms. I died a bit inside as I unzipped the sleeper."

"Better you than me. I think I just would have put him outside and used the garden hose."

I have a call into the pediatrician since this is day four/five of the Flower Virus. I'm sure they're going to call me back and say that as long as they're staying hydrated - which they are - that it's a virus and will run it's course. But, I feel less like a slacker/asshole parent for calling.

In the meantime, we lost out on Sesame Place today, it looks like another lost day of daycare, and I'm hoping they're all better by Friday for a friend's BBQ.

And in case you were wondering, Sawyer did have the Rotateq vaccine so this is not that, and Charlotte already had Rotavirus as an infant and it was way worse than this. Oh yes, there is worse. But in that case, at least it was only one baby.