Everyone in the family is sick or just getting over sickness. No two patients seemed to have the same symptoms but the end result is that we need a HazMat crew to come over and disinfect the house before we all catch it again. Doug has declared that Noah should have been named Chuck as that is definitely his specialty. Molly is really enjoying eating the wadded up tissues. Last night Doug locked her upstairs so she wouldn’t pounce on me (“Let’s play!”) while I laid in bed and shivered so bad I thought I was having a seizure. She punished me by eating the leather cover on my day planner. Thank goodness Doug is recovering (except for the cough that makes him sound like a pack-a-day smoker) and the girls were well enough to spend last night at the grandparents.