Baby Bulimia...

He's a baby. But he's no Beluga. And this is no Raffi song. Poor Sammy took ill this past week and was battling a fever, intense projectile vomiting, diarrhea, and general malaise. For a good day or so, it took a herculean effort on Sammy's part to stay hydrated. Poor child, he slept an awful lot and when he wasn't sleeping he was like a zombie. Eventually Michele too succumbed to this plague leaving just Paul and Veto to nurse her and Sammy...and keep the rest of the house running. It is truly amazing the volume of fluids a baby can vomit and the area they can cover with it. Luckily, we just had the new washer machine installed this past week...as we went through all the towels in the house in the period of a day.

Poor little Sammy under the weather...