So, I attend to those little matters with what little energy three hours of sleep can muster and move on. I head to the pediatrician, secretly praying that there is some logical reason for last night's misery. And yes, there is--Ear infection! I then return home and faithfully pour the ammoxicillin into yogurt for Fisher to eat. Having the keen intuition that his yogurt's been tainted, he promptly launches it across the kitchen, amoxicillin and all. Just at that moment, Loryn starts choking on her lunch and run over prepared to administer the Heimlich. Instead, she throws up everywhere. Now, my kitchen is covered in yogurt and throw-up. Just a snapshot into the memorable moments of motherhood. I know we've all had them. Let the good times roll!