Life is good.

P is back from his business trip. He ended up staying an extra night because his flight was cancelled but he's home. It's nice to have him back. I've learned to *really* appreciate his help with the morning and bedtime routines during his absence.

T is growing up quickly. My boy can now get himself on and off the bed, and spends his day climbing up on top of boxes and unloading kitchen cabinets. I have a feeling I is not far behind. When the kids saw P last night he'd shaved off his goatee of many years and cut his hair short. The babies don't recognize him and don't quite know what to make of the familiar voice coming from this stranger.

I'm afraid I'll jinx myself by saying it but I think the morning (all day) sickness is just a smidge better. I still spend most of my day laying on the living room floor feeling pukey and trying to keep 4 kidlets entertained, but there are moments when I don't feel like puking. I'll be 12 weeks at the end of the month, so I'm hoping that will be the end of it.

Our second car, which we just paid $1100 to get fixed, has something else wrong with it and isn't running. *sigh* I hope at some point soon we can get rid of both the car and the van and get a bigger vehicle that will hold everyone.

G has been throwing up all day. My poor girl. It breaks my heart, and I don't know what to do for her besides rub her back and give her sips of 7UP. I hope the rest of us don't get it.