Well, it has happened. The "Sickness Fairy" has hit our home. Holland started throwing up-- and I mean, throwing up hard last night and didn't stop until the wee hours of this morning. Yuck. She has been completely quarantined to her room -- allowed out only for the bathroom-- in the hopes of containing the plague and keeping Kean from heading back to the hospital. Sweet little sisters came home from school, disappeared and came out with get well signs they hung on Holland's bedroom and bathroom doors.
I doubt Holland will be too excited about the candy taped to the signs...
but she'll be feeling better soon. At least she seems to be already turning a corner.
And thankfully, everyone in the family so far seems fine. Maybe I'll stop holding my breath.
Greer got a little snap happy with the camera tonight.
If you look closely, this picture shows Kean's "drug addict looking" tracks from his belly shots.
Byron should know better... with a camera around and a wife who feels obligated to blog nightly.
And then there's the boy.
He'll go back in front of the camera tomorrow.
Our photographer friend, Fabiana is coming over to take some one on one's of him for the hospital campaign.
1 comments:
So sorry that Holland is sick and I will cross my fingers that it stops with her. Hope everything else is going well. Love you guys!
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