I guess it is possible to be too thin.  Or spread too thin.  After looking at the things that are on my plate and how some of them may be affecting me and my family, I have to face facts:  I need to do some plate cleaning.

Unfortunately for my readers reader, that means putting this blog into hiatus status.  I don’t think it will be permanent, but it needs to at least be temporary.

I’ll still keep tabs on the bloggers I follow and post snarky comments when the mood strikes.  I just need to create some time so that I can focus on just a few of the most important things.

I thank my reader for understanding.

After a night of vomitus alloverus, this morning DJ seems to be coming around.  He ate some food this morning that didn’t come out for an encore 15 minutes later.  Throughout the whole thing, except for those moments when he was, you know, he was pretty much happy as a clam.  Trooper.  No fever, no crying.  Just something with a firm grip on his stomach, squeezing hard, without warning, every hour or so.

Through the night, as I watched the parade of food marching in mixed chronological order from DJ’s mouth, I started feeling a little funny.

Is my stomach a little upset?

What’s that taste in my mouth?

Do I need to sit a little further away from the keyboard, just in case?

Did the tooth fairy come last night?

No, sweetie. You didn’t have a tooth to put under your pillow for the tooth fairy. She’ll visit when you lose a tooth and put it under your pillow.

Is it Easter today?

Not for a few more weeks, sweetie.

Is it still Valentine’s?

Nope. That happened a couple weeks ago. Remember the Dora chocolate hearts?

I think I’m going to change the rules. It’s Easter today. Do I get a prize?

Sweetpea, the holidays are for families to be together, have fun and celebrate the day. Getting presents is nice, but giving presents is important, too - giving to others shows them you love them and makes you feel good.

Dude, I’m pretty sure you’re wrong. Getting presents is what’s best.*

*paraphrased

Poor little DJ caught himself some wicked stomach flu today and managed to spray puke on his sheet, on the bumper, on the wall, on the chair next to the crib, on the floor, on his favorite blanket, on his favorite stuffed animal and on a throw rug in his room.

Later, trying to comfort him he managed to chunder all over his second set of pj’s, my second shirt and the kitchen floor. I’m amazed at how much this kid had in his stomach. If he were a magician he’d be working on pulling out the 47th handkerchief from his mouth.

So dad’s going to be donning the rubber boots, gloves and goggles tonight.

Bad engineering

Thousands of injured children

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