Sick House

Ugh.  We're still battling the sickies around here.  Paige, thankfully, is all better and I think I'm finally on the mend now that my fever has broken (though I still feel like I've been run over by a truck).  Brooklyn is in bed with a fever now.  Poor thing.

So far, Maddie has managed to avoid this one but I have a feeling she's next.  I've heard her sniffing - which is how this thing started for me.  If she's going to get sick, now would be the time to do it, so she can be back to normal before our trip.

Five more sleeps till we start our big, awesome trip!!!!  Excited doesn't even begin to describe how we feel...Sean and I keep looking at each other and grinning great big.  We're almost there!

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  1. LindaJanuary 23, 2012 at 9:25 AM

    Hoping and Praying everyone will be well for your trip. I know you will be met with lots of hugs and cheers when you arrive!

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