Mr. Dangles says Happy Thanksgiving to Cam (thanks to his dad).
After an eventful weekend (dinner with everyone everywhere!, seeing Granny, visiting Aunt Katie & her family, getting dolled up at the mall, dealing with cat fluids a frillion times, watching the Gators pummel the 'Noles), Cam woke up this morning, ate, and promptly projectile vomited. On me. In our bed. Apparently either there's some rule that projectile fluids out of one end require a reciprocal action from the other end within a week... or he's possessed.
I don't know which one I like more.
Addendum: He's smiling now! I got some big smiles (with eye contact) this morning for about 30 minutes. Then he filled his diaper and realized he was hungry, so... he's sleeping right now.