Let me repeat that. Everyone is fine.

Except for the part where Noah is sick, but it doesn’t seem to be serious.

Last night, he came home from school listless, having been sick a few times during the day, and having a 102 degree fever. When we finally reached the nurse hotline, they recommended that we give him some tylenol and bring him in to the children’s hospital ER.

Unfortunately, there were several major traumas that were either ambulanced or medivac-helicoptered to the same children’s hospital ER, so we enjoyed an approximately 3 hour visit. Noah perked up about an hour into it, and by the end, he was having a great time, although he was still hot to the touch.

ER recommendation: alternate tylenol & motrin, keep him nursing, he looks wonderful except for a little fever.

Noah slept badly most of the night, a little better when I brought him to bed with us, and better still on my lap this morning after we got up.

We followed up this morning with our regular pediatrician. She thinks the poor guy has some mild gastritis and is recommending that we just feed him breastmilk and maybe water or pedialyte, since he likes to drink from a cup.

Hopefully he will feel better tomorrow.

Ok, maybe I’ll lift my curse on Amazon.com. Not that they did anything to help, but Shana the amazing pointed out an easy way for me to fix my page.

It also helps not to be as sleep deprived as I was when I wrote my previous post.

In other news, we joined the church this morning, and we’re looking at dates for Noah’s baptism. It’s a very interesting community, and I’m looking forward to getting to know them. Noah, of course, views all these nice people as his subjects, and he was gracious and charming as he received their attentions.

I decided a few minutes ago to add an amazon.com baby registry banner ad to the Pumping & Gear review page up top.

As soon as it appeared — near the top of the page, post-introduction, pre-reviews — EVERYTHING below it disappeared. All the reviews. All the links. All of your comments.

It is going to take me f*cking forever to redo that, not to mention all of your helpful comments. I’m so pissed off I can’t even stand it.

I’m going to bed.

We have had a much too exciting day already. And yet, it isn’t even noon.

Noah decided that just after 3 was a fine time to wake up for the day, much to my chagrin. In what turned out to be a very bad plan, I kept trying to nurse him back to sleep. He was obviously tired, alternating between sitting up and grinning and clapping, and curling up against my chest.

At 4 am, as he started to doze off, some charming soul called our house. Of course Noah reacted to the phone ringing and reawakened.

At 4:26 am, Noah figured out how to get me to turn on the lights and really make the morning exciting: projectile vomit!

I swear to god, he projectile-vomited a quart of milk. All over himself, me, the chair, his Ice Bat doll, the carpet, and some random other toys that were in the line of fire.

I yelled for Jill to wake up, we peeled Noah’s clothes off, and had an exciting 4:30 am bath, both of us, while Jill cleaned up Noah’s room.

Around 5 am, just as the coffee finished brewing, Noah dozed off. So all three of us went back to bed until a little bit after 8 am. We slept through Noah’s phone date with Grandma, but fortunately, she was flexible and willing to sing and chat with Noah later.

At 9:30 am, someone started trying to fax us. They were extremely persistent, and on the 4th try I yelled, “STOP IT” into the phone.

Jill decided after that to plug in the fax machine. Unfortunately, she momentarily forgot how mobile Noah is, and I was making toast and not watching him either. As she plugged in the fax machine, Noah pulled over her cup of coffee, coating himself.

Miraculously, he missed his shirt, soaking only his pants and feet and the floor. We skipped the second bath; he just smells like hazelnut coffee today.

And even though it became obvious that he was still exhausted (eye-rubbing, crying for no apparent reason, clingy as hell), Noah declined to fall asleep again.

So 10 minutes ago, I sent him out for a walk with Jill.

Doesn’t he look cute? Isn’t that a fabulous hat?