Erin and William came back into town Friday night, which was good. I don’t think William stopped smiling until he was fast asleep Friday night. I think he quite missed being home, and playing with Daddy.

Saturday, we went out for lunch with Erin’s grandparents (who had driven Erin and William home from Edmonton) and then said our goodbyes. Saturday night we went to my parents’ place to visit. Auntie Diana was in town for a conference of some sort, so there was a family dinner. After a practical joke was played over the phone, we played a bunch of cards, then headed home to bed. Fast forward to about 1:30AM (cue ominous music) and Erin yells at me “turn on the lights” while I hear sounds of gagging coming from the other side of the bed. I got the lights on, just in time to see William puking up whatever supper/desert he’d eaten. He was pretty calm about it and everything, but still…Anyway, five hours and dozens of pukes later, we finally got back to sleep. Unfortunately William woke up at 10:00 or something, so the day was begun anew at that point. He seemed fine until later in the afternoon, when he woke up from his nap and spewed his lunch all over the place. Again, he was more upset by what he’d puked on than anything else. Fortunately that was the last of the vomit, and by bedtime he was his old rambunctious self again.

Apparently he hadn’t been eating well for the duration of the Alberta trip, so it’s possible that he was sick the whole time, culminating in our enjoyable Saturday night (oh yeah, it was accompanied by explosive diarrhoea too - for all of William’s future girlfriends…Something like 10 diapers worth, no kidding.)

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!” - Homer