Last week we had five of our middle children catch the junk, after I did. At one point, we had 4 children lying around the family room in nests, piled high with blankets. And really- I didn't even know we owned that many glasses and mugs.
To wrap up the week, Kenny and Baby came down with it. Here is Bubbs just hanging out with his Daddy.
The first couple of days are okay, but then it starts to get to me. And so there are some tears (from the children and from me) because we have to stay home from something fun once more, and there are some sighs because I'm just sure we are going to miss the whole rest of the year, lying around with the flu.
But, as Little Orphan Annie used to sing, 'The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow'. And on Friday, it did, and I gathered up anyone who felt the need for fresh air, and we headed to the park. Just to break up the grumps.
We walked around the prairie dog villages, and had a little science lesson. Hey, I can't let the kids get behind in their school work just because they're sick.
Here, the kids are yelling 'hello!' down into a hole. And they got some pretty funny responses in return.
Try as she might, Ellie just couldn't get her end of the teeter-totter to go down.
Still looking a little puny, but it didn't stop Natty from climbing to the top.
Sweet, wind-blown sisters.
Hannah and Emma