No one has rhuematic fever. We have actually all stopped puking.

Last night I went to bed at 6:00 because I was completely delusional and freezing cold, and too hot. It was a good thing I did, so that I could get some rest in between Jonah getting up. It seems like he got up 8 times. That could be an exaggeration—but the screaming!! The irrational whining!! Will he ever stop being two?!

One time he got up because he wanted wrapped up. I went into his room with him and attempted to put him in bed so I could wrap him up. “NOOOOO! It’s not the right way. I need the fish part here (pointing to his forehead) so I can be all snuggled up and hold it.” I tried again. “You have to wrap me up OUT of bed!!”

“Jonah, use a quiet voice. Brenna is sleeping.”

“No. I am waking up. I need a waking up voice.”

“Okay, let’s wrap you up. Climb up in bed.”

“No. I can’t do the truth, it’s too tricky.”

This went on for at least half an hour. Every time he got put in bed he screamed irrational things about how the truth is too tricky. Exasserbated, we finally resorted to moving Brenna to the spare bedroom and shut the door on Jonah. I’m suprised the neighbors didn’t call to complain that we had woken them up because Jonah just laid by the door, kicking and wailing and screaming that whatever way we wrapped him up was not the truth.

“That’s not the truth!!!! The truth is too tricky!!!!”

Poor Barry didn’t get much sleep, but Logan slept like a log.