Jonah summed it up pretty well, telling this to us at 2 something in the morning on Saturday/Sunday night. He had just begun his round of having the stomach flu and obviously, wasn't keen on how it made him feel.




Joel was lucky enough to escape it somehow, even though he slept in the same bed with me and Jonah, who both had it, and took care of all of us the next day.

So glad to have our bodies back!

*how sad is it that our 20mth old knew what this bucket was for?*