Thankfully, whatever bug made its way through our house wasn't all that bad. The worst of it came in the middle of the night Tuesday when Oliver-who was sleeping in our bed-woke up puking and got his father. 3 o'clock baths and showers were in order. gross. Other than his throwing up a few times and the runs making the rounds, we appear to have escaped anything more dire.

Other news...there really is no other news around here-so, have a grand weekend! We're just hoping for some warmth and melting snow!