Brendan got it first. Now Ellie is sick too. David and I can't be far behind. The stomach flu has come to our house.
Comfort. Scrub. Bathe. Launder. Cuddle. Repeat.
Despite their ailments, my patients really couldn't be any sweeter. "Is it okay if I just stay in my jammies today?" Brendan asked. "My tummy isn't feeling like its usual self," Ellie declared at about nine o'clock last night -- shortly before getting really, really sick.
We are hoping that this skips little Colin who seems entirely too small to endure something like the stomach flu. Ugggh.