Six hours later....
No, no more puke praise be. But they all woke up immediately after writing the above. After taking two of them to the doctor, picking up one antibiotic, and the usual round of dinner and bedtime prep, Daddy's reading stories and I'm back to the ol' blog.
Everybody's going to be fine, by the way. Looks like an enterovirus is the cause of Daniel's astonishing rash, and likely Anthony's fever. Katie Rose gets the antibiotic.
So yeah, Ryan and I had a three-day weekend all by ourselves. That was nice. It's a little bit different traveling when you're a parent, even if the children aren't with you. For one thing, I have to remember to press elevator buttons. I'm really out of practice doing that. We also found it necessary to take pictures of things like piles of trash at the curb, or the Lego store at Rockefeller Plaza, or somebody in a princess costume, because the kids would want to see that. I left those photos out here. :-)
|Central Park. Doesn't that look like the Emerald City?|
|Later in SoHo we got locked inside of St. Anthony's church! We had to take the fire escape. Then we had sushi.|
|Sunset in Greenwich Village.|
|After the show on Times Square.|
|Sunday morning all the hotels around Broadway had lines of taxis waiting outside.|
|After Sunday Mass outside Grand Central Station. We went to St. Agnes's, but failed to take a picture of it.|
|Grand Central Station with the Chrysler Building behind.|
|We spent a rainy afternoon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Look who we found! Also lots of Degas for me, and medieval art for Ryan.|