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And so, it continues

What's so merry about it, part deux.

Henry learned the true meaning of Christmas this year - the spirit of giving. In fact, he even gave of himself. What a sweet boy.

Well, that woulda been nice and all, but what he gave everyone was a hideous case of the stomach flu. He got it the Wednesday before Christmas, Amy got it Christmas Eve, Tim's dad got it Christmas Day, Tim's mom got it Dec. 26, Tim got it Dec. 27. Also on Dec. 27, Amy met Tim's brother for coffee at Starbucks in University City, and Henry decided everyone else had been getting too much attention and sympathy for being sick. He thought he'd try again, vomiting all over Starbucks (and all over himself and IN the diaper bag). And then - really I'm not making this up - that night, the CAT got sick.

So. Happy holidays.
Isn't 2004 over yet? We're wishing for good luck in the new year...

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Brianne said…
Konichiwa. Have you been reading Neilinjapan.blogspot.com? 'Cause you should. :) Brett's in Japan!!! It's fantastic - you should check it out!

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