Better luck next year

Bleh. We were so close. SO CLOSE. After two cross country trips, six airports, numerous trips to the disease badlands of the Children's Museum and the local libraries (two of them!), grocery shopping that included mouths on handles (ugh), and just five days short of the officials start of Spring, we broke our streak.

If the kids had made it to Saturday, we would have made the entire Winter without an illness. Robbie did get a runny nose for a while, but that hardly counts. No H1N1, no regular flu (and they didn't even get vaccinated...) no colds. No strep throat, no ear infections, no pink eye. Nothing.

Until Monday. Then Jack threw up. Tuesday, everyone was fine and dandy. We even had friends over (most likely a mistake).

Today, Ellie said to me first thing,"Mommy, my tummy hurts." She then asked for French toast. I knew she wouldn't keep it down, but I didn't want to dissuade her. I made her what she asked for. It came up half an hour later. And the fun lasted all day. Then Jack started up again after a good 48 hours of feeling fine.

I shouldn't complain. I have friends who spent back-to-back weeks with sick kids on antibiotics, the works. I have had an easy winter.

But I've been cleaning vomit up all day.

And boy, is it no fun. For them especially.

I just hope Robbie has a miracle and the Lord lets this bug bypass him.

Because I suspect his warnings and aim wouldn't be very good.