The last few days:
Zion colored herself purple. How I knew, she told me she had to wash her hands when I called her into the room where I was and then I overheard her say "NO! Go 'way!" to Gabe in the bathroom. Hmmm, wonder what's up. Purple child, that's what. Complete with belly stripes and a fully filled in belly button. Nice.
Gabe puked. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Yes, I'm totally sick of having sick kids. Luckily he said his tummy felt "awesome" shortly after and didn't seem to feel bad the rest of the day.
Gideon feels better. Gideon cried his way through what was supposed to be his 9-month photo shoot (shut up about his actually being 10 months now, I've been busy 'K) and then cooed and played all the way home.
Rob is part of the way back to his post. I've gotten a couple of e-mails from him and a phone call. He sounds in good spirits. Wait until he finds out what I just bought for his next care package. Let's just say I think he'll say "yum" at least.
Me. Emotions. I'm still trying to figure out his leave periods are worth another "goodbye" especially when you spend most of that time scratching your plans in order to take care of sick kids. I'm just a smidge bitter. And I don't even like dark chocolate. (Cause dark chocolate is bitter, get it? OK, my sense of humor is a bit off right now. Give me a few days. A few days of no sick kids. A few days with no sick kids and a few nights of good sleep. Yeah. I'm not holding my breath, don't worry.)
On a happy note, I just picked up a whole bunch of holds at the library. Knitting books, both the pattern type and the fiction type. Fun! Gotta go!