After our trip to the doctor for Austin's "swimmer's" warts, seems we picked up a little something extra for our $30. Griffin is running a temperature and puking. Sigh. I am terrible, horrible, really, really bad at all things puke. Worst of all? When G is sick I think back to the many, MANY times he smooches me in 24 hours.... Fingers crossed. So far I am just queasy and red cheeked. Guess this means that my weekend with my cousins is a no go. Sigh.