Sickness

Quoth Eastern Shore punks The Chukes circa ESDH Battle of the Bands 1995: sickness... sickness... sickness.

Both me and the little one have heads full of mucous and eyes full of crusty infectedness. I can't speak for Lydia, but my throat burrrrns too. Is there such a thing as baby Halls? The drama, oh the drama - it's keeping Lydia up through the night (and day), and me home from work today to help out/recover/whine. So here I am "helping out" - drinking coffee, watching Sportscentre loop, and blogging - although to be fair I have changed a few heavy diapers, administered a few boob-less feeds, and wiped more baby snot than I care to remember.

Stay tuned for more pity pleas and gory details.