Gastro 4, Us 0.

Stomach flu reigned supreme in our household this weekend. I fell to the bug first, Hubby was next to succumb, followed by B and then by our holdout, Avie. As usual, Hubby was fine within 24 hours and Brooke (who, out of the four of us, probably spent the most time with a bucket in her hands) followed her daddy shortly thereafter.

Although for the most part, I'm fine, my stomach occasionally seems to disagree. I only threw up the first day, but the nausea seems neverending. On the plus side? I lost five pounds. Gotta look at things with a positive attitude, right?

Poor Avie has been the one who seems to be suffering the most--more likely the result of some teeth coming in at the same time. She seems to be over the gastro, but the poor thing is exhausted. She's on her third nap of the day (and she only ever has two!) and it's not even 2pm. No fever, no vomitting, no diapers filled with out-of-the-ordinary nastiness. Just cranky crying and falling asleep in my mama's lap. So, I'm guessing she is just wiped out from the weekend and is taking longer than the rest of us to recover.

Before gastro struck, we were able to get some Valentine's prep done. We made 'stained glass hearts' for the window (out of cardboard, tissue paper and a clear plastic project sleeve) and chocolate chip cookies with pink icing and red sprinkles, which we promptly ate (okay, wasn't just us--the Grants came over that night and the kids devoured most of 'em. At least, I hope so!). And, the girls got all dolled up for a photo shoot we staged in honour of the lovey-dovey holiday.

The idea was that I was going to work on the pics, print some off and turn them into Valentines for Daddy and the grandparents. The girls would decorate them (okay, Brooke would decorate them--Avie would just eat the sequins) and we'd drop 'em in the mail for Cupid to deliver in time for Love Day, but gastro turned that idea on it's pretty lace-and-sequins head. Guess, we'll have to settle for virtual cards instead. :)

In the meantime, enjoy some love from my own little valentines.