Yesterday was like Groundhog Day for us. (The movie - you know feels like it will never end - and not necessarily the prognostication of a long winter. At least I hope not.) Around 4 am yesterday morning, Jack threw-up in his crib and then on me as I picked him up. Shortly thereafter, Drew had a little one and a big blow-out the other end. I stayed at home for the day and in the afternoon took Luke to the huge REI in downtown Denver. He had been sick for a few days so though they got it from him only worse. After looking at camping stuff and not finding any boots that I like though I need a new pair, we spent a good part of our time playing in the indoor Kid's area.
Last night as Luke and Robin came home from AWANAs, and Luke threw-up twice. (Again we thought he was fine. I sure hope kids who played at the indoor play area and AWANAs didn't get it too but sure they did. ) We spent the evening cleaning up the carpet after borrowing a neighbor's steam cleaner. Then Robin got sick before going to bed and in the middle of the night Luke did again.
Thankfully today I haven't followed the same pattern of the rest of my family but I do feel a little queasy. Just hoping its psychosomatic and not the real thing. (Also hope I am not passing this psychosomatically on to you.)
Gotta go, everyone was napping but now I hear Jack waking up and having a major blow-out near me.