I got a call from daycare on Monday.  The little princess had thrown up twice…and would I please come get her.  Since the hubby is traveling for business, I picked up both kids and brought them home…along with my pile of work.  I had high hopes for naps, since I picked them up at 12:30.  I had to wake Anya up when I picked her up, and apparently the power nap she had was enough to tide her over.  No naps, just lots of cartoons and throwing plastic eggs down the stairs (cute picture above: from last weekend).  At least they kept themselves occupied because mommy had tax returns to do!

She must have just had a bit of an upset tummy.  She had no fever and really seemed perfectly fine.  I sent her to daycare the next day and didn’t get a call.  We dodged a bullet with that one!  It seems like everyone has gotten some touch of the flu this winter, including Grandma Gretch and Grandpa right now.  Hopefully the warm front will bring on some wellness around here.