I wouldn't recommend....

passing the stomach flu around the house when you have a newborn. But that is what we have done here! I never want to get up multiple times in the night, feeling like I'm either going to faint or throw up, to nurse a baby again. Oh, how I tried not to breathe on her!!

Actually, Brody and Bronwyn are the only two in our house that didn't get it...praise God! My mom even got it right before she left--I think sharing the flu with her was a nice way of saying, "thank you for coming to help out!" don't you?! Hopefully, she'll come back again some time :).

But, knock on wood, we are all recoverd and hopefully this one will just pass on by the babies in our house.

Other than that, we are all doing well! Sleep deprivation hasn't totally hit yet, although it probably will in a few weeks. We've been blessed with wonderful food, visits, and gifts from friends and people at our church and we feel very loved and cared for.

The boys...oops...(I've got to get out of that habit now). The kids and I ventured out by ourselves yesterday to go to church. I figured I might as well try out the "single mom on Sunday" thing with 4 kids in tow now so I can just stare my fear in the face. It went fine and we all survived. At one point while we were trying to leave, Brody (or Houdini as we like to call him) slipped out of the double stroller and escaped out the door of church, right in front of my very eyes. I told Joel to run after him and grab his hand while I stopped the door from slamming the stroller. Zac came by at that moment and I yelled, "He got out!". It sort of seemed like I was talking about a dog who ran out of the house and I had to laugh. And Brody was certainly laughing as he made a beeline for the parking lot. He wasn't laughing when I strapped him (more tightly) back into the stroller. He probably feels like he's been demoted since Bronwyn's been born because now I make him stay in a stroller with her when we are out and about. I used to let him walk and would just chase him all over the place. I don't have that freedom anymore and neither does he. Oh well. I guess life's tough when you are 15 months old and a big brother!

Church was even followed up by all 6 of us taking a nap at the same time. I'd call that a success. The going away party we went to later that night...not so much. But that's another story :).