Apricots, Diarrhea

* Clark had his first apricots today. He took a bite, yelled angrily (I'm pretty sure he was trying to say, "What the what, lady? That looks like carrots but it is NOT carrots that you just fed me."), and then ate it all up.

* Around 11:30 last night Elise woke up in a puddle of diarrhea. Super sick Elisey baby. I had to shower her off and she was shaking and cold. It was awful. She was talking crazy talk.

"Where's the yellow?"

"What yellow?"

"Where's the yellow, Mommy? Where's the YELLOW?"

"I don't know. What yellow?"

"Georgia's at school?"

"No, honey. It's nighttime. Georgia's in bed. Sleeping."

"In her room?"

"Yes."

"Her teacher in her room? In her bed?"

"Um. No. Just Georgia. Just Georgia in her bed. It's nighttime. No teachers. No school."

"Butterflies are in bed?"

"Yes, Elise. The butterflies are sleeping."

"Butterflies have wings. And antennas. And the butterflies make cocoons."

"Yes."

"I need peanut butter..."

She was fine this morning. Poor baby. She was so sick last night. Crying and upset. We got her cleaned up, gave her some peanut butter crackers and water, and she went back to sleep. Maybe she just ate something funny. Or maybe it was all that disgusting dirty butt bathtub water that she's always trying to drink finally catching up with her. Who knows. We'll see if any of the other kids catch it.