Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Last Man Standing

It hit last Sunday night. Daddy was the first to go down. Food poisoning- stomach flu... I ain't a doctor, so I don't know the official name for what I got, but I can describe it for you... But I won't... Just know I had it coming out both ends and it wasn't pretty. Just before 6am Monday morning, I was throwing up in the bathroom, and Casey comes downstairs and says, "Stop making so much noise!" Ummm, sorry son, I'll try to vomit much quieter next time... Fast forward to late Monday night, when Mommy got hit. From what I understand, she had more coming out the front end as opposed to the rear end, but regardless, she definitely got hit. Then, at about 3am that morning... Casey threw up in his bed. Needless to say, that got the whole house into the kids room to comfort him. All the while, Sydney was standing straight up in his bed, looking at all of us sickos... With his familiar smile on his face...

One by one, we are all slowing recovering. And little Sydney hasn't been hit. So happy he is the last man standing, and just might make it through unscathed.

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