Wish Us Luck
Christopher woke up last night, just before I was heading off to bed, with the stomach flu. He had managed to create a mess that was not only in his bed, but the lower bunk as well, and then a trail all the way to the bathroom. I've been doing laundry all day to clean up the 6 or 7 blankets that got polluted. Poor kid. He seems to be doing better today -- just a bit weak. I guess this is God's way of telling us to have a quiet day at home. He's been curled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, a drawing notepad, a book, and the TV clicker.

My prayer? That the bug doesn't flow to the entire family. If we can contain it to one, we'll be ever so lucky.