Friday, July 10, 2009
George has a virus that has manifested itself in his tushie. Yuck. Nine diapers full of nastiness yesterday. We're good so far today, but he's at home since they sent him home from school yesterday. Chuck and I are splitting the day. Don't worry, he is still my chunky boy. In fact, I overheard a man at Starbucks say sarcastically, "I don't think that's baby is eating enough." Yes, he's a big happy baby.