Ok enough piggy jokes. Noah woke up yesterday with a fantastic fever, having been coughing since sometime last week (I dunno when, the last few months are a blur these days) and doing the Facial Orifice Fluid for a while now (which, occasionally is a beautiful shade of green). Meal times are awesome, whereby he survives the day on a few blueberries, a grape or two, maybe a breadstick, and the milk from his cereal bowl. Sometimes. All that, accompanied with non-stop woe-is-me whining, makes me think something is obviously not right.

So yesterday, Mrs Nanny got sent home, D got sent home (both because of government policies blah blah blah) and I spent the day looking after poorly sick children. Isaac's nose is streaming, but since he's mastered the fake cough, lord only knows if he has a real cough/sore throat (mommy fail). Besides, he's far too busy hoiking himself up on all fours and rocking backwards and forwards, much like Noah did at the EXACT SAME AGE right before he omg CRAWLED.*

I dunno if it really is swine flu, but either way, we're going bubonic plague style and now have a red cross on the door.

Actually there is no big red cross, but it would certainly be a surefire (and FUN) way to shit shit the neighbours up, right?