The parental units are tired and worn. Ada is sick -- some gross GI thing that has nasty stuff coming out both ends-- two trips to the pet hospital this weekend. She'll be okay, but will also be there all night tonight, on an IV. Elliot slept right through a miserable Saturday night vigil and is swinging like a champ.
It was especially nice that he let us all take a nap sunday afternoon: very sweet. MUCH needed.
(Note from Sarah: kudos to Mark, who came over Saturday afternoon to babysit so B and I could do something fun. Our something fun was that we: napped.)