We are all sick. Blech. I finally took myself to the dr. Then the boys back to their dr. So a good $125 later in co-pays and prescription co-pays, we are all hopefully on the way to health. I've got 2 good cough meds and an inhaler for myself (and I channel my childhood pal Lisa and the millions of times I watched her with her asthma inhalers over the years). Jackson's on the nebulizer. Holden's on antibiotics. Good times. Shawn has escaped (so far) with nary a cough. But my guess is he jumps on board next weekend when both grandmas are here and we are booked to see "Finding Nemo On Ice." (Yes, you read that last part correctly.) But I truly do hope he escapes this crud. It helps having at least one well person on the ship. And my apologies to our great friends and neighbors, The Weik's, for exposing you all to our crud on Saturday eve. And to my playgroup for exposing you all on Friday. I hope we are all faring better by this coming Friday.
oh wait, PS - here's a picture last week of Holden doing more painting. I had to laugh at the myriad of paint splatters on his sweet little face. and ears. and hair. and his overall obliviousness to the paint.