Emma and I both woke up with fevers today. I spent the early morning hours splitting my time between snuggling with Emma and a stainless bowl in my bed, and running to Isaiah's room to calm him to sleep and change poopy diapers.
Emma has spent her day entirely on the floor, dividing her time equally between the office floor, my bedroom floor, and currently the family room floor. PBS and juice have been her best friends today. Thankfully Isaiah seems to be feeling well, although he did take a three-hour morning nap (not that I'm complaining!).
And lastly, after bringing us 14 months of fishy joy, Nemo has succumbed to the bottom of his tank. I think I will wait until tomorrow to tell Emma.