Just when you think it couldn't get worse...

...it does! Well, unfortunately, the spilled cup of water was not the end of the day. Oh no, not even close! At eleven o'clock, just as I was halfway through feeding Peter, we heard a horrible noise coming from the boys bedroom. Simon went to investigate and I heard him say "oh no!" When I asked if he needed help he said that James had gotten sick. So, I put Peter down (who apparently wasn't full yet since he started to scream!) and went to help. Sure enough, the bed was a mess, his clothes were a mess, well, you get the idea! After getting everything cleaned up, the sheets changed, and Peter fed, we got ready for bed. By this time, I wasn't feeling so good either. I spent the whole night alternating between sweating and freezing, and fighting off the urge to vomit. The boys and I spent Thursday camped on the couch in our jammies. I only ventured off to make them breakfast and lunch, and to change diapers and feed Peter. I was afraid I'd given us all food poisoning, but I talked to my sister and she said they had it too, so I'm guessing it was just a nasty bug we picked up somewhere. I'm not eager to repeat that experience again!!