Christmas // unfiltered

Full disclosure:
We were all sick.
In a bad bad way.

Every last one of us. 

Except for Izzy. 

Which is why she is really the only one in the Christmas photos

I became the victim of some kind of horrid, 48 hr stomach virus...starting on Christmas Eve...Cait arrived with a nasty cold....Polly had the remains (ie- battle wounds) of Izzy's hand, foot & mouth grossness... And then the tinsel really hit the fan ;) 

I caught Cait's icky, miserable cold, right on the heels of  getting over the stomach virus...the same day that my poor old dad got hit with the disgusting stomach buggy... Soon enough, Will (husband Will, not brother Will), my mom, and Will's poor dad all caught the stomach virus...  

Too bad Santa didn't put any Lysol in our stockings. 

We actually had to stay in Virginia an extra day because we were too sick to get our sick selves home.... 

Meanwhile, Isabel was happy as a clam.. 

(though she did eventually get the cold). 

Are we the grossest family ever??!

My brother declared that he was staying away from our leper colony. 

I told him he would be next.... 

So Merry Merry and Happy New Year!

We know how to party ;)

xx

Cassie 

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