One last thing:

I forgot the crowning glory of that bad day in the ENT office.  After Jude's nap we went to the mall so I could finally get the shamefully overdue birthday gift for a nephew.  We got that crossed off the list, I loaded up Jude in the car, and as I was plugging Graham's car seat in, Jude nonchalantly blows chunks ALLLLLL over.  Jude has had the stomach flu twice, and both times he barely seems to care or notice as he projectile vomits so much stuff I don't know how it ever all fit into his body in the first place.

Jeff brought home Gatorade, after the boys went down I scrubbed out my entire car, and that was the end of that day.

This picture cracks me up.