Down...Down...Down.

We have been DOWN for the count here this past week. Unfortunately, I'm of the mindset that lots of water and sleep can cure just about everything - and if I'm really desperate I might take some Ibuprofen...I can still count the number of times I've taken tylenol/ibuprofen - and they were all right after giving birth. This week I have a new appreciation for prescription drugs - they are a beautiful thing - that's all I'm saying...and next year around this time I VOW to go straight and get the Z-pac first without suffering for 6 horrible miserable days :(

Matt threatened to hijack my blog just so he could post a song about the miseries of February - I told him that kind of negativity was NOT allowed on the blog (unless they're about APPLE), but it was a good song...

Earlier this week...around midnight...we woke up to Indy standing at the end of our bed and vomiting all over our DOWN comforter - which we were sleeping under. It was unsheathed - I had been washing the cover. It went into the trash at midnight...and we had to sleep under a spiderman blanket. The incident is now being referred to as the "billion dollar barf" (not that the comforter cost that much, but buying a new one + cover wasn't cheap). At breakfast the following morning, we had to review throw-up guidelines...vomit in a sink, tub, or toilet FIRST, THEN come and tell mom and dad :)

Happy Valentine's weekend!