Celebrate and sick

I hope to get to a better post later this week. Yesterday was Henry's 2nd birthday, and tomorrow is Owen's 5th. We've been doing a fair amount of celebrating already, and more is to come tomorrow and this weekend. But we've been thrown for a loop with various sicknesses. I've been to the doctor last week once for a cold-stricken Henry, and today for Owen. Why? Because after he ate lunch, he burst into tears and said his mouth hurt. After some looking around, I saw his tonsils were enormous and bleeding. Bleeding! I got him an appointment right away, and he's on antibiotics for...an ear infection. ??!! Strange manifestation. I'm keeping an eye on those tonsils, believe you me. In the meantime, Aidan has developed a cold which turned into a cough with fever, as well as aches and chills and the occasional vomit-y feeling, although no vomit has shown up as of yet. I'm really worn out, but trying to keep my spirits up. The boys are getting older! Pics to come soon.

Now, that would be SOME kind of anatomy

Henry hasn't been feeling well for the last few days. He's so stuffed up, his nose manages to run constantly despite being stuffed up, and he's got a bad cough. Under better circumstances, Henry is demanding. When he's sick, he's an angry little dictator. This morning he saw me get out of the shower. Although I stopped breastfeeding a while back, the memory must remain strong. He pointed and said, "Booby! Booby!" It was incessant, and all the while I was trying to explain in terms he could understand, "Boobies don't work anymore!" He got angry and sad, and then angrier and sadder, and finally I thought, "What the hell." We climbed into my bed, he snuggled close, and tried to nurse for all of about 3 seconds. Then he pulled back, gave me an angry scowl, and said, "Working!" As in "It's not working." So he switched sides, tried again for just a few seconds, and frantically looked about, saying "'Nother one? 'Nother one?"

I've heard about the boys liking large breasts...but liking three of them??