The creepin' crud is goin' through our house this weekend. Baby had a fever Friday afternoon and then the explosion that came out her back end rivaled the Dumb and Dumber bathroom scene. Seriously. I've had three kids and have never heard anything like that. And it just kept coming. The day you can remove three layers of feces soaked clothing without smearing it all over their face, is the day you can call yourself a parent. She went straight into the bath. Wow, that was a serious mess.
But look how cute she is.
She felt better later that evening, but then The Kid started complaining of stomach pains. He ended up with a 12-hour headache that kept him up all night, but felt better late Saturday morning. Then The Girl started feeling sick Saturday afternoon and proceeded to throw up all evening. There is nothin' worse than holding your little girl's hair as her body convulses into a bowl. I felt so bad for her. She feels better today, though. But it doesn't end there. The Dad has spent his entire Sunday in the bathroom. He usually gets passed by when the germs are spreading throughout the house, but it got him this time. I've been a little nauseous today, but nothing debilitating yet. Yet. We have a birthday party to go to this evening, so if it's keeping to the trend, I'm sure it will hit me just about the time we should be walking out the door. I suppose in the whole scheme of things, the short-lived creepin' crud is waaay better than the one that sticks around for a week. Here's hoping Monday brings a houseful of healthy people.