And, I was just about to post this when I heard Elijah on the stairs. I went to see what was up and he puked from about halfway up the stairs to the bottom where I was standing. I ran to get a bowl and he made it in the bowl for most of it, but I think that's a pretty good father's day gift. Eric is fortunate to miss out on the puke clean up and sick-kid vigil tonight. I'm off to bed, hopefully to sleep but probably not. I love you dearest.
