Monday was a good day, everyone in good spirits. My husband left for Kansas City for work. Tuesday rolls around and everyone is still doing great until about 4pm. I could tell Brett wasn't feeling the greatest. And then it started, Brett and me! We both started the throwing up the same time. I called J and told him and he asked if I wanted him to come home. Um no. He doesn't even change wet diapers. I can't imagine him cleaning up puke and poo! What good would it do to have him home. I was calling to make sure he stayed away. The last thing I needed was another sick person!
Brett and I camped out on the floor watching Mickey Mouse. Poor Guy!
I did feel like a terrible mother. I was so weak it was difficult to deal with the kids. Tuesday night Brett fell asleep early so I laid him in my bed. I put the other two in their cribs in the clothes they wore that day with their night bottles. In the middle of the night Brett got transferred to his crib because I was still so sick. I took me till 4 the next day to get anything down. The only good thing about it I suppose is that I had it the worst! Brett woke up Wed. morning feeling fine. Rylan never really got it. He threw up only once on Tuesday, almost as if he felt left out!Wow, I didn't mean for this to be such a long post about being sick! We'll end on a good note. We are all better! Brett says I'll clap to that!



We're off to play!

































