The crazy started with Eli and I spending a week flying solo at home while Josh was in Kansas City hanging with his volleyball peeps, watching the Division I national championship, and trying to find a job. Josh had a head cold, I had a chest cold, and Eli was his normal VERY energetic self.
We met up with Josh in St. Louis and flew to Denver to spend the week leading up to Christmas with my parents and my brother's family. SIX adults, FOUR boys, and TWO dogs. Josh was still blowing his nose, I was still hacking up a lung, and Eli was thankful his cousins as a release for some of his energy.
And then the stomach flu reared its ugly, despicable head.
First to fall... Harry, my youngest nephew.
Then Eli, who, fortunately, had a milder case.
Then my mom.
Then me. On the day we flew home. Nothing like losing your lunch in an airplane bathroom.
Then my dad.
It has taken until today before we have all felt back to 100%.
In spite of all that craziness, we had a great time with the western Reckases.
Killer Bunnies. Football in the park. Cookie decorating. An afternoon walk. Family time.
Band of brothers:
Playtime at the park:
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!