This is a fair warning to our incoming company....
We have been hit, again, by that lovely thing known as the stomach bug. Sneaky little devil it is. It's especially fun when you are in the middle of giving a piano lesson to a brand new student, at THEIR house, when you hear:
"MOOOOOOMMMMY! I POOOOOOOPED IN MY UNDIES! MOOOOOOOMY!" (Madeline)
I probably should've known then that this was more than a little runny bowels....too much fruit, I figured.....Not quite.
No sooner had we crawled into bed when I heard the unmistakable sound of a sleeping, yet vomiting, child. How any sober person can sleep through that is beyond me but then, what do I know? I also assumed the runny stools bit was just too many berries....my bad. It must be something about this house: it welcomed us in with the stomach bug and is sending us back out that way....perhaps I should make it a little more clear in our next house that as far as temporary gifts go, we prefer flowers.
I am sure there will be many more delightful stories to come about this but until the wildfire subsides, TTFN (ta ta for now!)