It started with Julia on Friday night. She threw up. A lot. The next day was better. She slept for most of it, but the puking seemed to be done. So when we all woke up this morning, happy and healthy, I thought we were in the clear and decided we should try to take some pictures for our Christmas card.
This was about half an hour before it hit the rest of them.
Since then it’s been like the barf-o-rama at the pie eating contest in Stand By Me.