Corn

Last night about 8:00 my body decided to turn on me. My night seemed a lot like that scene from "Fever Pitch" where Drew Barrymore has food poisoning. Once again Vinny saved the day, taking little P downstairs to scream it out while I waged war with my insides. Of course it continued late into the morning where I somehow "found" some corn from dinner the previous night that had been hiding inside my digestive tract.

Sadly, today was not one of those days I could lay around deciding whether I was going to live or die. We had to get back on the road again, and head back to Salt Lake City to take little P to Primary Children's Medical Center. This is the appointment that will decided whether Rockwell (little P's hemangioma on his forehead) lives or dies. The boys immediately fell asleep in the car which sounds like an ideal situation, but really translates into a very awake baby sitting between me and Vinny on the bed right now.
Along the way, however, we did see one heck of a rain storm. True to form, little P chose that moment to decide that if he did not eat we would never hear the end of it. So we pulled over to feed him while the other kids discussed whether we would die by lightning strike while we waited. I did get these great pictures of the storm though.
Tomorrow morning we head to the hospital, decide Rockwell's fate, and turn around to go home again. Poor Vinny just said, "I am starting to feel a little sick to my stomach." Of course, the poor guy.

All this toilet loving, road tripping, baby screaming, and all I really want to do is lay in bed and watch this all day. Come on, even those of you who aren't fans of the Twilight Saga (that was painful to even type) can appreciate how great this looks!