Gabriel is such a weird kid. This has happened for the past two nights. We have some small colored marshmallows here. When I eat them, I give him a few. He won't eat them, he just plays with them. But, he doesn't want me to eat them either. When I eat them he freaks out. He stands there and in a sad voice says "Noooooo, dooooon't. Stooooop". It's so freakin' cute. I have no idea what he thinks they are or why he doesn't want me eating them. He refuses to believe it's food and he seems so worried when I eat them.

So, for the past three days I've had poopsplosions to deal with. Ugh. The shower door in the second bathroom is littered with various poopstained outfits drying out.

Last night we watched Big Brother and I bathed the Poopchuck.

I'm still not well enough to really eat, so I'm still not bothering with cooking. As the days go on, I'm actually feeling worse. The sickies are getting worse and I have a sneaking suspicion that might be because I can't get the necessary amount of sleep at night.

Right now I'm exhausted, sick, and shaking. This sucks.

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