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And so it begins!

Nikolas threw up four times already, and it's not even noon.  Wanna place a bet on how long it will take for this bug to wind through all the kids, one at a time, of course?  I'm thinking 2 weeks.

At least I put a chocolate cake in the oven for myself - it's my birthday, so I'm making my favorite cake.  I even have real whipped cream!

Posted on November 14, 2004 at 11:59 AM |

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Go ahead, eat the whole darn cake. You'll need it to get through the next few days.

Posted by: Lisa C. | November 14, 2004 at 09:22 PM

If anyone deserves to have chocolate cake on her birthday, it is you.
Happy (Belated) Birthday!

Posted by: Gretchen | November 15, 2004 at 07:39 PM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
I hope your evening is much better than your morning.

Posted by: Sherry | November 16, 2004 at 01:30 PM

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  • WANTED, Carmen, mom to the Masses, for dangerous undertakings inside and outside the home. Last seen with her partner The Hubster, and six accomplices (Nikolas, 16, Allegra, 13, Mackenzie 11, Gabriel 8, Emma 6 and Riley, 4). This fugitive is considered armed (with epi pens and inhalers) and dangerous, especially when she hasn't had her morning coffee. She is particularly difficult to recognize due to a recent 80 pound weight loss (size 18-20 down to 2-4!), and has been known to hide beneath large piles of laundry. She's a fan of running races and can be found reading, lifting weights, practicing capoeira or running to the store for milk. ( Read more here.)

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