Yesterday Grace woke up at 3 am with some kind of stomach bug. She spent almost 12 hours making 15-30 minutes trips to the bathroom. She was so weak by the end of it that I had to carry her. She woke up this morning back to her smiling self. Her first words as usual, "What's for breakfast?" That question can get old day in and day out at 7am, but this morning, it was music to my ears!
UPDATE
This nasty little virus took almost 48 hours off, teasing us, and hit Paul and Hope at 11:00 on Thurday night They were troopers and loved that they got to watch cartoons all night long. I got sick sometime in then night. Everything is a blur right now. We seem to be through the worst of it at this point. Just very tired.
