...of something.
Tate has officially been sick this past month many more days than he has been well. I'll spare you the details, but we're off to the drugstore to pick up some probiotics to try to help fight the side-effects of his antibiotics and keep the little guy from getting dehydrated. Brad and I are slowly coming apart at the seams, but I'm sure we'll be doing better once Tate isn't up late pukeing and whatnot.
Aren't you glad there's no picture with this post?
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