wow. the stomach flu is the devil.
late thursday afternoon mallory, avery and i were haning out watching monsters, inc. when avery started puking her guts out. she didn't stop for about 24 hours. as soon as her stomach was settling (by friday night), klayton woke up in the middle of the night vomiting. mallory, who planned on driving home to vegas saturday morning, woke up feeling a little wobbly, but decided to make the 10+ hour trip anyway, and didn't even make it out of my apartment's parking lot before she had to jump out of the car to hurl.
i have put a quarantine sign on my front door, i promise.
oddly enough, i'm the only one who didn't get it. instead i have spent the weekend holding a very sad little baby who won't let me put her down and keeping a pale husband hydrated. everyone is doing better today. avery is still pretty miserable. there is nothing more sad than a sick baby. i am so glad that i have been able to take care of everyone here, but i am going a little stir-crazy. a girl can only watch so many food network shows and america's next top model reruns in one weekend.