Saturday afternoon it was raining, so everything was locked up and we were all inside. Which was nice. Tomas and I played Scrabble, the boys played the piano, I got some work done, and Cory got to hang out with his hetero-life partner (the other one, not me...figure that one out)
But then there was Sunday......
This is what my dear husband looked like on Sunday-
(not my actual dear husband, THANK GOD)
And this is what my sweet little baby boy looked like towards the end of the night...
Why? Because of this- this god forsaken little gem of a germ-
The Danger Family Funday tradition home wrecker. No, it is not your run of the mill floozy home wrecker, but alas it is...the influenza.
So we slept it out, sweated it out, and did what we generally do here at the Danger homestead- try to heal at home, and complain a lot. There were tears, (mostly my own), funny smells, complaints, groans, the usual....
Oh- and lots of nose picking on Oliver's part, which for the most part I let slide because he was not well.
It was delightful....
