Last week I woke up in the middle of the night with some serious tummy troubles. I won't go into details, but let's just say there was a toilet and trash can being used simultaneously. Luckily, my sister and mom came to my rescue to help with baby T since Erik had to fly out to Minneapolis for work. Iwas rendered pretty useless for three days.
My mom came over in the evening to help take care of T and me. I don't remember much of it because I was feeling pretty rough, but I do remember telling her she needed to sing to Turner while he ate his cereal and pears. She went with two classics . . . La Cucuracha and Benny and the Jets. Of all the songs in the world, I find it hysterical that those were her choices. My sick self appreciated the comic relief as I laid on the couch.
So far, Turner has not gotten the bug, and I thought my mom and sister's family were clear, but poor Kelly Belly woke up sick from his nap this afternoon. I hope it doesn't hit the rest of the family. I don't have any pics related to this, and I'm sure no one would want to see them if I did! So, I'll end with a picture of random Tster cuteness.