Dane brought me home a chocolate cake today. Why would he do such a thing, you ask? Is it my birthday? A holiday? Some other occasion? No, no. I get my very own chocolate cake (mine! all mine! get back!) to distract me from the fact that, despite our best attempts to shun all people and their potential germs since Sadie’s birth, Audrey has got another fun fever-and-vomiting kind of illness. I desperately hope we’re now past the vomiting part and are moving on to the Sleep Until We Wake Up Healthy part. Though that doesn’t seem like my kind of luck, does it?