Benjamin started earlier in the week and the girls followed sometime early Friday morning. Chris held down the fort the entire day and night because it wasn't long before I could feel the tale-tell signs coming my way.
But not before I ate an entire sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies.
It was a dark and wicked night ... that's all I gotta say.
Usually our family bounces back from this sort of thing but we are still reeling and trying to figure out what food would most please our most temperamental tummies.
I figured this morning would be a lovely turning point. We would rest up here at home and finish washing EVERY SINGLE ITEM WE OWN IN VERY HOT SCALDING WATER.
But the evil of the fro-ups was not finished. Samuel sat up in the middle of night (Saturday nights are sleep-overs ... as luck would have it) and said very plainly, "I am going to the bathroom. I am going to throw-up".
And that he did. And he has continued to do so for the last five hours at a near frightening rate, especially considering that he doesn't keep much in reserves. He is finally resting now so hopefully when he wakes up, his little bel...
Post interrupted ...
I spoke too soon.