I was going insane over here, thinking about what a horrible mother I am and where I went wrong that my son spits and pees all over his bedroom, when Mary Lou called and saved the day.
Emma and Sean were tired of being housebound too, so we took the kids out for a puddle stomping session.
The kids had a great time, but were coughing and hacking inside of ten minutes. Mary Lou and I realized that we've been complaining for three weeks about how our kids are always sick, yet we take them out in the rain every four days and drench them in filthy alley water. Gee, I wonder why they won't stop coughing?
So we took them in to Mary Lou's place and stripped them down to their dipes/undies. Owen and Stew borrowed some ill-fitting but dry clothing, (including a pair of hilarious frilly underpants for Owen) Mary Lou brought out the popcorn, and we all sat down to watch The Lion King.
Unbelievably, the kids were good for twenty whole minutes, sitting quietly, sharing popcorn from a common bowl with not one fit of possessiveness, and generally being adorable.
Later that afternoon, Stewart said his first complete sentence. He said "That's my juice!" loudly and proudly. However, it was not his juice but Emma's. He spent another five minutes chasing her around the house trying desperately to get hold of it.
All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good afternoon.