Yesterday I mentioned to a friend that my kids had not been sick all summer.
Today, I am doing lots of laundry.
Last night, after watching the Olympics for a little while, I headed upstairs...definitely ready to get some sleep. As I came up the stairs, I could smell the unmistakable stench of throw up. It was all over poor Natalie's bed. And all over her. You can imagine how the rest of the night went. Thankfully, Jansen only threw up once, early in the morning. He got a little bit on his teddy bear and I kept telling him I would wash it, but I guess he got tired of waiting around and took matters into his own hands. I found him in the kitchen:
They're actually doing really good today. Now we just have to wait and see if Nate and I get it...