Birthday Bug of 2013

The norovirus is no joke.

No wonder why cruise ships turn back to port when it hits.

For us, it all started on February 26th, Aaron's birthday.  He was wrestling around with Will when disaster struck.  Poor Aaron and the couch ended up completely covered in vomit.  For the record, goldfish crackers, pears and copious amounts of milk do NOT return nicely.

Then Alex threw up all over the rug in their room.  Temperatures flared and bodies became limp.  The sheer amount of laundry generated from sudden unpredictable vomiting and super liquid diarrhea was simply staggering.  So staggering in fact, that the washing machine started to leak.

Seriously.

5 days into the ordeal and we continued to face more tears, coughing fits, more vomiting and diarrhea soaked surfaces.

I wanted nothing more than to remove the garbage bags covering their crib mattresses.

The good 'ol fashioned flu is for sissies.  The norovirus is the viking bug that sailed into our lovely home and destroyed poor Aaron's birthday and eventually poor Aaron himself.

The grand finale was the sleepless Sunday night (day 6) that led to a doctor's appointment for William on Monday morning.  The verdict...a double ear infection and the possible sounds of bronchitis lurking in the lungs.  That explains why poor Alex's coughing lead to a few vomiting incidents.

That's what I call 'making memories'...