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Cash got sick the day before Thanksgiving. We spent most of Thanksgiving morning in the only insta-care open that day... the weekend continued on, he stopped throwing up thank goodness, and then Saturday, Max woke with a fever. Sunday I woke with a fever and a nasty cough and then this morning, Jack joined the group with a twin cough to mine. Ugh! I hate getting sick, having sick little ones - or having both of those scenarios at the same time. It makes you realize just how lovely life is when everyone is well. 
 
I'm hoping this virus has made it's rounds on our house and will move on come the weekend. It wasn't how I planned our big holiday weekend would go, but that is life.

Here's crossing our fingers, eyes and toes that tomorrow we will all start feeling better.