... the bug, that is.
This morning around 2am (just hours after we'd returned from Florence), I was hit hard with chills, aches, and fever. I've thrown up more than I ever have in my life. Chad stayed home (again) and is currently playing with Mary Ella. They've been cooking up all kinds of stuff in her kitchen this morning. Every now and then I'll get a special delivery from my little chef... usually a plastic brussel sprout or cookie. She'll stand by the bed and wait for me to take a pretend bite and tell her how yummy it is. She's so proud of her kitchen skills. Hope everyone is staying well!