I was really looking forward to writing some more about our "first Christmas" experiences, or of our post-Christmas road trip to Chicago for a Boyd-side reunion of sorts, or Liz's 30th birthday festivities (oh, the wine!), the exciting new year to come, but instead I've been absolutely annihilated by some sort of mutant cold virus that's busy devastating our house.
I'm sick. Liz is sick. Worst of all, Claire is sick.
Normally I'm content to lie in bed and feel awful until I've kicked whatever I've come down with, but when the baby is sick, that hide-in-the-covers-and-pretend-to-be-dea
So it's a tricky game around here, and not a lot of fun. Hopefully 2008 starts to improve soon...
- Mood: sick