I used to think that was a pretty awful saying. Now I think it's merely descriptive. The OmegaDotter has been sick the past two days, running a gawd-awful temp of 105.3F when the Tylenol etc. wears off. In the midst of chills, leg pains, and fever, she has also Hurled Chunks. TMI, I know. But there it is. It's not pneumonia (thank heavens). It's not the flu. It's Something Else. For which we have antibiotics. Zithromax, by the way, canNOT be flavored with chocolate. Learn from me: do not tell your child that her medicine will be chocolate flavor until you find out if that particular medicine can be flavored with chocolate. I, alas, did not. From nicer days with The Dotter, obligatory Halloween pics: The horsie in her full glory: Preparing to Trick-or-Treat. Notice the grimace. This is what happens when Omegamom or Omegadad commands, "Smile!" It is a recent occurrence. Categories: [Family] [Photo Posts]