Not dead but almost

I've been gone a bit, I know.  And I was gone a bit before my last post as well.  But don't worry, this hiatus was not near as fun as the last one.  Since I got back from my little over seas excursion until now we've had the flu, everyone except for Matthew.  It cycled slowly from person to person bringing a day of throw-up, a day of recuperation, a day of throw-up, a day of recup, a day of throw-up . . .  Even Daddy got it and had to suffer through another flight back to Amsterdam with a week tummy and achy body.  At least the rest of us were home.  It caught me by surprise, we rarely get sick.  Only one of the boys has ever been on antibiotics.  We get the usually runny noses and colds but that's about it.  I wasn't ready for this.  And I'm sure you all know babies have it the hardest.  The puke confuses and scares them, they don't now how to hold still and lean over a bucket, they can't tell you when it's coming, etc.  

I was secretly proud of my pioneer like physique.  I wouldn't characterize myself as some one with a "delicate constitution."  I'm pretty tuff.  But this put me out.  And in the middle of a snow storm.  I was able to haul myself off the couch long enough to shovel the drive way though.  Take that, Pioneers!  (But I did have on my super warm Lands End boots, and my super warm Columbia coat, and when I was done I went into my super warm house and had some super nice hot chocolate, so I guess I have nothing on them.)  But then I got dizzy and had to lay down.  

But things are looking up and we are on the mend.  The other excitement dealt with emergency room injuries--but more on that later.