Am desperately trying to catch up with everything here - there's an awful lot, and I'm still a bit foggy from lack of sleep! I'm loving all the book talk.
Ninja - have you tried any Elizabeth Jane Howard? I love her 'Light Years' quartet about the Cazalet family during WWII - they're a nice series to just sink into...
Pavlov, we've got a lot of Orson Scott Card - my husband likes his geopolitical fantasy (the 'Shadow of' series). His military sister got him started on it, apparently all of West Point was addicted to 'Ender's Game' at one point.
Erika, it really sounds to me as if Bryn might have reflux - DS 1 had it, gagging, arching, projectile vomiting and all. I asked the doc if switching to formula would help, and he said no, not at all; apparently breastmilk only takes an hour or two to digest, while formula takes up to eight hours. If your baby keeps being sick, they'll manage to digest more if he's still on breastmilk. Also, apparently you also have to keep switching around to find a formula which won't aggravate things, which sounded like a lot of faff to me (and quite pricey).
BBL, I'm so glad you got some help, and I hope that the medication helps to balance things for you again so you can SLEEP.
Scarlotti - you too!
Yesterday, our village was effectively snowed-in, so the village cafe was mobbed by mothers of crazed toddlers who were desperate to get out of the house and away from their husbands shouting 'I'm trying to WORK here!' while secretly playing WoW in their studies. It was a loooong day. In the evening, DH decided that after a hard day of pwning - I mean, procurement analysis - he might brave the blizzard and head for the local pub. It turned out that he was not the only husband to have this genius idea and they were all carousing away until past midnight because hey, this was the GREAT FROST, snow predicted to stay for days...
...and this morning, it was clear and sunny, a snowplow has been through the village ensuring that all the roads out are meticulously snow-free, and the rail line is also free. DH went sadly off on the train, ale seeping out of every pore, clutching his coffee mug and his head, and has apparently been suffering all day. Heh. He's staying in tonight, and doing the dishes.