Last week we were struck by a nasty little flu. Bonesteele contracted it first, and it lasted a few days in him. I thought perhaps it was just a little baby thing, but a day later the rest of us were all struck down. On the same day. That ought to be impossible. Luckily Mr N and I just felt miserable, but nothing actually occurred. This made tending to poor Miss E more manageable. She threw up several times. Miss E felt so ill (she is so sweetly pathetic while sick) that she fell asleep on the floor in this position, hours before her normal naptime:
Bonesteele felt fine - he crawled all around us, wondering why we were being such lazy slugs! Fortunately within two days we all felt better.