Gem from yesterday:  Elek and B were playing on back porch.  I noticed that they were kind of hidden behind an umbrella turned on its side on the ground next to the pool so I went to the playroom window and peeked through the blinds to spy on them.  And what do I find?  Nothing other than my dweedle dee and dweedle dumb children playing a version of pat-a-cake in which you clap once and then hit the head of the person sitting in front of you and repeat.  While I was watching the hits looked pretty harmless and they were both laughing each time they hit and were hit.  But by the time I ran and grabbed Andrew so that he could see what our two goofuses were up to, we observed Elek knock B square in the nose with a fist!  She started just barely crying and went to go look for us but we were already outside.  We asked them what they  were doing and why Elek hit her and he said they were playing a game.  So Andrew asks, "Elek, why did you punch B in the nose?" and he said, "because that's how you play the game."  Very matter of factly and in such a way that Andrew and I both had to turn our heads to the side to hide our laughter.  Of course a lecture on why it is not right to hit and that they must play nicely ensued (we may be immature but we're not THE worst parents, after all) but man did the whole thing leave Andrew and I laughing for a while.

All day yesterday kids hardly ate a thing.  Elek still had diarrhea.  Sped shopped at Old Navy for about an hour until August lost his shit (poor baby was tired) and Andrew had to bring him to me.  Amazing what you can do in an hour alone though!  Earlier in the day Andrew went to boxing class with Fadoul and I got Abby to come over and watch older kids while I took Gus to Publix with me.

Today started like most have in the past week or so:  August wakes up at 5:30 (after having woken up twice before in the middle of the night to eat) and tries in vain to push out a poop.  Is very unhappy until 7 AM when he finally passes out in my bed.  At precisely 7:01 AM Beata walks into my room, taps me on the shoulder (I pretended to be asleep to see what she would do...I like conducting mini-experiments on my children), and asks for some food.  Fed B and talked to her for about a half hour before going back in bed and trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep.  About 2 minutes after my head hits the pillow, Elek emerges from his room and I roll out of bed to make him breakfast as well.  Breakfast consists of apple sauce and toast, both of which they hardly touched.  Guessing today will mark day 3 of crazy bowels in the Lam fam.  You can't make this stuff up.