Well, the bug finally caught up with Leslie and Isaiah. Karis, Gloria, Abigail, and I are all doing better, so this round is a bit easier. In fact, Leslie woke up Monday morning feeling bad, so she never did have anything in her to give back, so only Isaiah had to use the barf bucket today.
It's on days like this, when I come home from the office to see what the house would look like if Leslie were not around, that I really appreciate Leslie's housekeeping skills.
How is it that five otherwise healthy children can create such a mess? Since when are pancakes allowed in the living room? Or saltines for that matter! Why does every cushion need to be removed, every toy need to be pulled out of it place, every book and tape need to be taken off the shelf, and every dish-bowl-cup-napkin-you-name-it need to be scattered across the house? This really is amazing. It was also very interesting to note that the floor Leslie was on was in perfect order. It's like they know what locations are safely beyond mom's reach.
Above: A virtual nickel to the translator and application of the passage in focus above to this series of posts.