Thankfully, the nausea subsided and I was able to hear that sermon Matt preached this morning. It did, of course, turn out fine despite the previous day of kiddie madness.
In other news, I heard a frightful cry through the floorboards tonight as Matt was tucking the kids in bed. This was followed by Matt's cry of, "Oh NO!" I briefly pictured someone flinging Matt's computer to the floor, but decided that the cry wasn't nearly distressed enough for that, so I ran down the stairs to see.
"He fell out of his crib," Matt said, astonished. "I think he hit his head on the garbage can."
Toby lay shuddering in his crib. "Fall!" he whimpered, "head!"
"Well," I sighed, "maybe if he had a bad experience the first time, that'll keep him from trying again."
"Not likely," Matt smirked, and unfortunately I think he's probably right.
Anyone have a spare crib tent?