Well, I thought the virus had left after my deep sterilizing around here, but it appears to have only just begun…
We kept the kids home from church yesterday since Emily was still recuperating, and we didn’t want to bring anything else home from any other kids. The snow was thick and heavy on the ground outside. The children were so antsy and we figured…let’s just go ahead and open our Christmas gifts.
For the kids this year, I purchased toys from the Mr. Imagorium Wonder Emporium movie. They had re-released vintage Fisher Price toys in their original packaging for the holidays. The toys were such a hit with the kids, especially the circus top. The kids have been fighting over it since we got it.
Unfortunately, in efforts to reduce choking hazards, all of the pull toys only had about six inches of rope on the ends of them. Emily was particularly frustrated with her slinky dog, who refused to follow her as she hunched over to pull him.
The pull toys have been rigged with mommy’s ribbon stash since there is no way the kids can pull them around the house. I was disappointed by this, but understand the safety standards.
The kids happily played with their toys all afternoon, which gave us a break from the whining and crying in our house.
Suddenly, Ethan stops playing and says, “I think the water is sloshing in my belly.” What happens next begins another round of horror that I won’t share. Let’s just say that the night was long and the wash has been running all night and day.
The flu prevails- poor Ryan is doomed!
Happy holidays at the Clark house!