And Then There Were Three

Arthur had a miserable night. After crying hysterically for a few hours, I finally got him to go to sleep. But each hour he woke up crying, and I had to hold him until he fell asleep again on my shoulder. So needless to say, we called the pediatrician this morning. And after the previous consecutive visits with the girls, the doctor's office just phoned in a prescription for Arthur without needing to see him. Do they make a gallon-sized bottle of amoxicillin? So we've got three sick kids, but at least the girls are starting to show some improvement, and Coraline pulled herself up to a standing position for the first time this afternoon.