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We are hailing from my home state of New Mexico today.  Shortly after I diligently wrote and scheduled Simon's birthday post ... I also fell victim to the vomplague.  I think Sebastian was the only Patton spared from the nasty but I'm not sure how we would differentiate spit up from throw up.  So we missed our early morning flight and spent the day scaring Julia half to death while we took turns sprinting to the porcelain. We rallied and compromised with Southwest to not have to pay an arm and a leg but merely one bulging bicep to change our flight to yesterday evening.  We thought we were over the worst of it but Julia had an explosive issue with something that rhymes with tryarreah and managed to soil my entire outfit and one whole couch last night. I've decided I prefer throw up clean up to that. 

Onward and no more bodily fluid prattle. 

Promise.

So now we're enjoying a belated Christmas with gorgeous weather, generous sibling/parent babysitters, and gorgeous weather. Simon and I enjoyed a leisurely mall walk earlier sans offspring and we have plans to take in one of my brother's basketball games tonight also sans 'spring. 

All is well and good.

Merry, Merry.