I repeat MAN DOWN.
Poor Shawn. It's bad when we're hoping he has food poisoning and not a stomach virus.
Robster and I have been staying FAR FAR away from him, and hoping that he ate something bad and didn't catch something roto. I have AK and T on the hotline in case he has to go to urgent care sometime tonight.
Right now we're homesteading in the guest room until time for Robbie to go to bed. Then, I'm sleeping in the way comfy guest bed just in case.
I guess it's time to test if that 11 weeks of feeble attempts at breastfeeding built any immunities up in Robbie.
No fun.
I guess we can't nag Shawn about it being his day to blog...
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