Just what everybody has been waiting for, the throwing up edition of our little weblog. Or blog, if you prefer. For some reason around 1 am last night, Austin just starting throwing up whole pieces of chicken, mostly on me and then some on the bed as well. That lasted until about 3, giving David just enough time to remember what sleep felt like but not really enough time to actually enjoy the feeling of slumbering as he wakes up at the crack of dawn to resume the studying of all that is Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Austin went the whole morning without an incident, so in the afternoon I decided to take him to Trieste. Um, in the interest of full disclosure I would like to say that I am pretty much addicted to coffee and if I don't have any, well I guess I don't have any but I suffer people, I suffer. "Why doesn't she just make the coffee at home?"; you may be saying quietly to yourself as you sip coffee from the comfort of your kitchen table. Why can't she go just one day without going to Trieste? I CAN'T skip Trieste because I do not know how to make my own cup of coffee. DAVID is the coffee maker in our household, much like I am the scrubber of gross things off of the back of the sink. We both have our talents and we depend on each other. That's what makes this marriage work because let me tell you, it's not all the glamour that's keeping this thing going.

Anyways, to make a long story short, Austin threw up at Trieste. Yes, he surely did. I was sitting down with our Little Choogler on my lap and we were just sitting there and a man came up to ask me if I was reading the paper lying next to Austin and myself. I opened my mouth to say no, we were not reading the paper lying on the table next to us and Austin opened his mouth at the same time. Only instead of words a torrent of milk spewed forth. The man just turned aournd and sat down. But then to his credit, he got back up and came over and said, "Ah, can I..." . And then I asked him to get us a towel from the counter which he did. By the time I had us all cleaned up, some other customer had got my sandwhich in a bag and my coffee in a to-go cup, which I am forever grateful for because I was afraid I would appear to be a horrible mother if I stopped on my way out the door to get a paper cup for my coffee.

I think Austin is feeling a little better, but it's hard to tell. David had to put him to sleep because the boy just wanted to nurse and nurse, which just caused him to throw-up some more. But I assure you, he is hydrated with no fever and yes I have called the doctor and I have sent David to bed because he kept dozing off while we were sitting on the couch, staring into space. Imagine that?

Mrs. Towell, we are awaiting hear from you and of your travels. Anita, if I had a picture from today, you would see that it has been raining. A beautiful, misty kind of rain, but rain none-the-less.