We laid low today and played with all the new loot. Porter played a lot of hoops; more than a sick boy should have. He's got big league dreams I think.
This morning I was cursing the train table since Porter refused to eat or get his diaper changed or do anything that involved leaving the train table. By the afternoon he was a bit more reasonable, although clearly still in passionate love with the whole train affair. 
We are bracing for sugar-fest tomorrow, which should be helpful in getting these two healthy!
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