My poor little babies are sick.  Princess C woke up crying around 8:30 last night.  She had thrown up in bed.  I put her in the tub and got her all cleaned up and then sat on the recliner with her.  It wasn't too long before she started acting funny, so I jumped up and leaned her over me so I wouldn't get yucky, then I decided I didn't want the carpet yucky, so I thrusted her out over the dining room floor.  Meanwhile, my hubby jumps up and starts flinging an empty bin my way, but it was too late for that.  I was trying to keep her over the wood floor while kicking back the blankets that were on the floor and holding back her freshly washed hair.    Poor C was all upset because her feet got yucky.  After that mess got cleaned up, we set her up on the front room floor, explained to her what to do with the garbage can, and then I got ready for bed.  Just as I climbed into bed, Baby B starts a weird sort of whine.  The kind of whine that says, "What just happened?"  Sure enough, he was next.  This time, I didn't bother bathing him.  I just wiped him and changed him, cuddled him, and put him back down.  He was lucky and didn't wake up again until 5.  Princess C was not so lucky.  She was up about 4 times during the night.  This  morning, Baby B felt so awful, he just laid there.  No whining, crying, sucking his fingers, nothing.  Just laid.  And after awhile, he got up and took a few steps and then laid back down.  I spent most of my day cuddling the two of them.  They are better enough to eat, but now they have fevers.  I hope the rest of us don't get this.  It did not look fun.  I am so tired. 

D and N spent a good amount of time outside today.  It was nice enough and it kept them away from the germs.