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Rough day at work. But I came home and my whole family met me at the door, singing "happy birthday." They presented me with a Dance Dance Revolution game for the Wii, which is what I really wanted. Alex asked for paper and an envelope so that she could write out, laboriously, consulting us on every letter, "From Alex to Mama I hope you have a very happy birthday."

Michael took a brief nap because he's still recovering from the flu. We packed up the family, intending to head out for a festive sushi dinner. And then Alex climbed up into her carseat and abruptly, without a work of complaint or warning, threw up.

I helped her back out of the car and the next couple of rounds hit the sidewalk. We all trooped back inside. Alex is now ensconced on the couch with a basin and a video, ~~but she seems to feel okay now~~and she just threw up again. Argh.

When she goes to bed, we'll order sushi to be delivered. And sometime around my own bedtime I may actually get to have a piece of the birthday cake I made myself (because Michael = flu).

Oh, and Colin + congestion from a cold + his first erupted tooth = Bitey McBiterson. Ow.