Sick Day

You are thinking, "She doesn't look sick." You are correct. She is not. She looked especially purdy  today so I asked her to pose for a photo;-) She was sunshine on a cloudy day.

We are all looking forward to spring. These daggers have been the growing focal point outside the bathroom window for the last few weeks. One reaches all the way from the top of the house to the ground, I kid you not. I didn't want to go outside to take a photo of it. I'm a wimp. It's much warmer inside.

And here, snuggled up with her baby blanket while sitting at her desk, we have a puker skyping her beau. He is sick, too, but not as sick as she is. Lizzy's younger sisters made her some ginger tea. They are so thoughtful!

MISSING PHOTO

I will spare you the photo of the vomit (j/k - I don't have one) still sitting on the carpet (not kidding) in Andrew's room from late last night. He was the first puker. I hope it skips the rest of us.

I sent the restless little boys out for 20 minutes this afternoon. They have been so cooped up lately and they drive me nuts with all that energy.