Today's postcard - torn paperYesterday Steph, Nora, and Aaron were all sick, coughing and sneezing. When I went to their house, Nora was in bed watching a Strawberry Shortcake DVD

and Aaron was stretched out on the boppy without his usual energy.

A sad face, but great socks:

Thank goodness for Aunt Tina, who wiped about a thousand runny noses.

I stayed at their house last night because there were many wake-ups the night before, but Aaron was the only one who woke up, only briefly, and Mike settled him right away.
This morning things looked a little brighter.
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