Giselle came down with a heavy duty virus this past weekend. 2 point 5 days of barfing and 102 degree fever. I won't aggravate you with all the details you've already heard me go on and on about before--other than to offer you this one quote: "You were right Daddy, the chocolate pudding was still brown when I barfed it."
Just trying to help the kids think deductively, that's all.
She was feeling a wee bit better yesterday, and felt good enough to join in a pillow fight I was having with Harrison. Whipping those heavy couch pillows down the hallway at the kids is a joy that's hard to describe. Up to the point that I knocked a picture off the wall, and realized Amanda was fully within her rights for frowning at me the entire time :)
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