tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post2264611476061902828..comments2015-01-18T11:31:47.787-06:00Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11154692504751436022noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-61138321928792768902008-12-17T13:49:00.000-06:002008-12-17T13:49:00.000-06:00We had a similar bug here. I thought it was making its way out, only to be fooled. it gave us another go around, infecting the strongest of us (my husband). Not fun! I'm hoping it stays away for our trip to Michigan as well. Stay safe on the roads. My parents said (who live in MI) they're supposed to get several inches of snow on friday.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798842025735776242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-13088637047358253172008-12-17T10:59:00.000-06:002008-12-17T10:59:00.000-06:00I also need to say that Christine is the greatest woman ever because she can face the Week of Plague and still write a post in which she says "We are so blessed!"Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-8600494313166479482008-12-17T10:57:00.000-06:002008-12-17T10:57:00.000-06:00I just think someone should recognize that this morning was my official Father's Morning of Horror in which I awoke to face one crib full of puke and the other with a squirming child whose pajamas were full of . . . well, not puke. Horrors beyond description. Yes, it was by far the direst situation I had yet been in as a dad. And I faced it WITHOUT WAKING CHRISTINE. That is, I juggled two disgusting kids and their disgusting bed-clothes while trying to keep as much of the horror off me as possible, piling the terror into a pile to wash, changing the diaper beyond description, and holding one kid over the sink as he finished vomiting. I was in rare form.<BR/><BR/>Tonight I will escape to the office. Thank the Lord (seriously) I still have grading that MUST be done by tomorrow at noon, so I WILL BE FORCED to spend a few quiet, non-vomitous hours in my office grading finals and entering grades on Blackboard. <BR/><BR/>Then Christmas break. And may God have mercy on our souls.Steve, the Dad of Dadsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-38152141213679051482008-12-17T09:42:00.000-06:002008-12-17T09:42:00.000-06:00isn't it funny that the thought of sneaking away to Walmart with your infant to buy diapers is the thing keeping you sane? Ah, motherhood!<BR/><BR/>Does this mean Steve's home now for Christmas?Raechelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08749957283761850800noreply@blogger.com