Yes, the rotavirus has made it's yearly visit to our house and has come to stay. She arrived about a week ago. First stop: Lucy, who threw up three nights in a row. Next stop: Hazel who, as you know, was hurling on her first ever birthday. Rota and I then wrestled all day yesterday as I parented from the couch (until Craig got home at 6) occasionally rising to puke in the toilet. Between the nasty taste in my mouth and the sheet washing I am hoping Seth and Craig get skipped over this round, but don't count on it. I'm off to eat my breakfast of saltines and sprite. Hopefully it stays put.
This was taken of Hazel on her Birthday, it represents well the only feasible activity while infected.