Welcome to 28

Whatever daycare-brewed sickness Micah got into on Monday returned with a vengeance on Friday. He threw up Friday night in his crib and again on Saturday morning. By Saturday afternoon, I was sick too. I spent most of Sunday asleep in bed, while Todd wrangled the recovering-yet-still-angry baby. I took yesterday off of work for the specific purpose of reacquainting myself with solid food (mission status: Uncertain). As birthdays go, I think it's fair to say that I've had better.