First illness

Lil' Genghis' first illness is looking more stomach-y now. That means more baths, which means more screaming and crying in Uncle Rodrigo's gift bathtub. Thanks, bud. We'll remind her of this when she visits you in the nursing home ... =)

Odd random tip: Washing machines work because the water flows through the fabric; otherwise, you're just soaking it. In the absence of a washing machine and the presence of, say, a blanket soaked in infant vomit, you can add a couple inches (a half-dozen centimeters) of water in your bathtub, pour in some shampoo, and start slapping the blanket into the water by holding one end. When one half is clean, switch to the other end. Then hope you can post something cute on the blog before the wife realizes how big the puddle has become in the bathroom. Besides, you guys are just all here for the pictures anyway.

So, here's a photo from a few weekends ago, with Isabella grasping mom's finger while on the shoulder of Aunt Beth: