The day started off ok.  We got up - Chris complained his stomach hurt, but he's been working through our mortgage and dealing with moving, so I didn't pay much attention - we got dressed, we headed off for the annual Easter Egg Hunt at school. 

We took pictures of our kids, watched Wilson gather eggs, saw our friends, ate some snacks, and then we left.  We came home, everyone took naps, I cleaned the house, and then started to cook dinner...  That's when the marriage vows kicked in.

I've been through several stomach flus and two pregnancies, so when Chris excused himself from the dinner table, I knew what was going to happen.  He had "the look".  I put Reagan down and left Wilson in charge.  Chris has done his part supporting me while throwing up, and I did say that whole "sickness and health" thing, so I got the cool washcloth and did what I could. 

We got Chris all squared away and last night I fed Reagan.  Thirty minutes later she threw up all over me.  The nurse asked if it was spit up.  I know spit up.  I know the difference between spit up and being assaulted by a vomiting child.  This wasn't spit up.  And since her daddy had the same thing a few hours earlier, well, that's just too much to be a coincidence.

It started off as a really wonderful day.  It's not that the end was bad - it just involved a lot of work and even more laundry.  We've put pictures up of the "good" part of the day.  They're located under "Egg Hunt". 

We'll take the day and rest.  Hopefully this was a short lived illness, and hopefully Chris and Reagan will be the only casualties.