ARR was out sick yesterday with a fever; Chuckro stayed home with him. Today, they made it down the block on the way to daycare and he threw up all over himself. So I'm working from home today. My mother-in-law, who's a saint, came out to help watch him, thank goodness. As it is, ARR already watched about an hour of the stupidest 8 bit truck animations known to man (which he loves) while I dealt with email. And he's eaten mostly animal crackers and ice cream, because that's what he's willing to eat. Basically all the rules have fallen apart. Ah well.