We pretty much had a near death experience this weekend. OBrother’s stomach flu arrived on Thursday and by Saturday DanO was the last man
keeping his lunch down standing.
There were some scary almost-passing-out-on-the-kitchen-floor moments, and some messy washing-out-the-carseat moments, but mostly there were sweet, tired moments of snuggling. There was pedialite and saltines a plenty, and I spent an inconceivable portion of Saturday asleep.
If you need us today we will be sipping gatorade and praying away any further sickness while we make plans and start to pack for our trip to Disney World this week – our reason to survive.