This was our first "real" Halloween where Addison was big enough to care. We did all the important stuff - frosted orange sugar cookies, carved pumpkins, and of course, trick-or-treated. Addison was a good sport during the festivities. He put away about half a bag of candy corns, cried when he touched the gunk inside the pumpkin, and said "ticky-teet" cutely enough to score us a year's supply of Milk Duds and Dum-Dums. We spent Halloween weekend in St. George with Nate's fam, because our newest little niece was being blessed. We were visited by various tummy bugs, including one that made Addison throw up "five gallons" (according to Nate) all over the couch in the middle of the night. But they were short-lived and we ended up having a really fun time. Addison was an awesome duck, and some friends of ours lent us a little Tootsie Roll costume for Bryn. Abbey was dying to put eyeliner on Nate, and he dutifully endured it. I'm not exactly sure wh...

Ah yes, you knew it was coming. After a long night on the bathroom floor and barfing every time the clock struck the hour . . . and 10 minutes after the hour . . . and 20 minutes after the hour . . . ad infinitum, I was persuaded to visit ye olde ER. Don't know if it was the Crohn's or just a stomach bug, but apparently I ripped my esophagus from my manly vomiting, so I couldn't eat or drink anything. Then Dr. #1 said something about possibly having lymphoma, but Dr. #2 seemed to think that was ridiculous. Fire Dr. #1, says I. Going home tomorrow. Feel just fine and should have staged a jailbreak 24 hours ago. Ah well. Bottom 3 hospital experiences (which I realize are laughably minor. I'm counting my blessings): 3 - Shot to the gut to prevent blood clots. No thanks, next time I'll just die of the blood clot. 2 - Clear liquid diets. All menu items have three ingredients: water, high fructose corn syrup, triptomioformaldahydronicus (or some variation on the latter). ...