The warm-ish, cold-ish, back to warm-ish, make up your mind, already, ding-dang weather has kicked off Hope's croup (a.k.a. the creeping crud), which usually means: She will cough the entire night She will lose her voice And then she will throw up Lovely, yes? Don't worry, she's used to it. Me? Not so much. I don't do well with throw up. Never have. When it comes to the kids getting sick, Garth (not his real name) has been my go to, as the...ummmm...throw up handler? Puke wrangler? Chumming buddy? [blank stare] Soooooo, aaaaanyway, poor thing got sick in school. On... Read more →