The family that sicks together...

Joy.  A huge tag in hand. 

This week, we survived a family vomity-yucky-nasty-disgusting virus.  

{HOW do babies carry such potent horrible germies???}  

But today, we had a warm playground afternoon to make up for those 48-72 hrs of torture.

Stuck inside,

Taking care of Izzy in shifts,

{Kind of hating the lucky one who was lying in bed....}

Ayyyyyy {in the words of Juan Pablo- did you watch??} it was rough!!! {so was that finale} 

The night that Will got it, I asked him if he felt feverish. 

He told me that his finger joint hurt. 

{and i thought of rolling my eyes, but i didn't do it, and i kept my man flu thoughts to myself}

So I made his soup, got his ginger ale..

{all the while, worried that he might lose the finger.. }

The next day though, while he was sick at home, I was slowly being hit at work.. 

{was I being taught a lesson?  was my finger joint about to start throbbing? 

oh please, that must've been the fever talking.. ;)}

So home I went, picking up Izzy on my way.

{dry heaving in the parking lot of daycare... brought me back to pregnancy days.}

Taking care of a baby while feeling miserable is..... 

THE WORST. 

{thankfully, I didn't have to do too much though because Will was so very helpful. truly, with no sarcasm.} 

BUT in any case, we survived. 

And now, here we are. 

Post warm-playground-day. 

Baby's asleep. 

Husband's out playing music. 

I'm at home with a bag of chocolate chips, and a season of Project Runway. 

All is right in our world again. 

XX

Cassie