‘Sup dudes. I’ve been having crazy-bad weeks.

Last week Hannah was all, “I’m too sick to sleep. I’ma wake up every two hours every night and then cry and demand you carry me around all day while I don’t nap or eat.”

After six days of that we took her to a walk-in clinic and put her on penicillin. Baby-all-better. Yay.

This week, my son was stressed. “Oh, stressed?” you say, “aren’t we all?” Sure, but not Ethan-stressed. Ethan-stressed is… I don’t know how to describe it. It’s bad mojo.

Bah. Anyhow, this is a pitifully short update, but I’ll have to finish the updatery later. Right now, I’m going to bed.