Uh-oh.  Rachel isn't feeling well.  I've got the tiniest tickling of a sore throat.  One of Spencer's classmates has strep.  Uh-oh.

MIL was in rare form tonight.  She called Diego on the computer screen "that brown boy".  And a whole host of other ridiculous things came out of her mouth.  But she is who she is, and we'll look back one day and wish we could hear her say the crazy stuff again.

Not much happened today.  Spencer was in a good mood, a bundle of energy as usual.  He had his first bout with diahrea since being out of diapers.  He didn't make it quite in time, but the damage wasn't any where near what it could have been.  Poor thing was completely panicked and embarrassed.  The in-laws came up, obviously.  Rachel was okay in the morning, but took an early and very long nap, woke up with a slight fever and didn't move out of her chair except to go back to bed.  She did eat though, not much, but some.  Hope she's feeling better tomorrow.  Could be just molars...

I had another good diet day, hope to have lots more.  I'm getting a new camera tomorrow, can't wait to try it out!