Sick again

I'm embarrassed to admit that we are sick again. Has anyone else noticed that the stomach flu seems to be the theme of our family since moving to our new town? I can only imagine that we might all be dead by now if it weren't for the copious amounts of cod liver oil consumed by this family unit! I do believe that the sick mama in yesterday's post left us a gift and Hannah was the first to open it; as usual, the stomach flu has a nocturnal clock and delights in waking mommy in the deepest of sleeps:
"Mommy, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Who's speaking to me?" It is quite dark in our bedroom.
"Hannah. My head really hurts." And so it goes. Little girl is down and out and I imagine the boys will follow as the week continues. I should be thankful that this wasn't last week. So, here are some pictures of another sick day at our house.
Joe reading about a bald boy from Quebec; you guessed it, Caillou.

Hannah smiling between bouts of nausea.

What Ben and Jacob did while I showered. They're still in there.

Ben looking particularly wild. Jacob is still wearing his hospital bracelet; he is saving it for show and tell at school.

Tales from the crib.