He woke us up at 2 a.m. last night throwing up. It was awful. He was crying, I was gagging, and Ed was - well, he was throwing up too. Guess he couldn't quite stomach the vomit-duty yet. Several hours later, a late night run to Wal-mart for meds and pedialyte and finally a calmed stomach, we all made it back to bed. He seems to be fine now and we're so grateful he's back to himself. Either a 24 hour bug or something he ate that didn't agree with him.

He got another salon haircut (Ed was tired of me trying chop away at strays). He refused to smile for me and rather, wanted to keep closing his eyes. I managed to get one eye-open shot.
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