We've recovered . . . from what? you ask

On Sunday baby Doodle didn't feel well. Some time during that night he threw up in his crib. I woke up to find it dried to his sheets. I won't get into the rest of the gory details, but baby Doodle gave what he had to Mr. Doodlebug and then to me. I spent one and a half full days between the couch and bed. Luckily, because of the order the virus was passed around I took care of BD Monday and Tuesday morning, Mr. D got sick Monday night, but it didn't last long so he was able to take care of baby Doodle for the remainder of Tuesday which is when I was the most sick.

I spent my morning disinfecting everything -- all of our toothbrushes (BD has three just for him), pacifiers, sheets, towels, refrigerator magnets, balls, remote controls, phones, the keyboard I am typing on right now. . . Because I couldn't bring myself to clean or soak BD's sheets Monday morning they now have a stain on them to remind me of our awful three days.

Then BD and I went to the zoo, and now he's peacefully asleep in his room. I'm so glad it's over.