No photo today, just a story and the downfalls of having really big feet. So, Miles started puking at about 4:00 this afternoon. We hunkered down, put on some movies and hauled around the puke bucket all afternoon. He seemed to be feeling better when he went to bed and I sat down to edit some photos on the computer. At about 9:00 Ian starts screaming that Miles is throwing up. I jump out of the chair and start sprinting down the hall only to make it about 2 steps before my size 11 foot that has fallen completely asleep decides to fold up right under me. Dave made it down the hall in time to help Miles hit the bucket, but those peas that were on my back last week are now on my sprained ankle.
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