Fun Times

What's more fun than a sick two-year-old? A getting-sick husband!

What's more fun than a sick two-year-old and a sick husband? Getting sick yourself.

The inhabitants of Mandyland are finally coming out of the germ-infested darkness into the clean-health light. We place the blame squarely on Becky's shoulders. The incubation period of this nasty little bug was apparently three days. In three days, we went from healthy, outdoors, camping family to curtains closed, naps on the couch, tissue wielding sickies.

I went back to work today and am currently catching up on my camping post. (Chad and I have decided to instigate a campground rating system.)

In the meantime, suffice to say our weekend was great, the campground was different and I've come to the conclusion that I'm becoming a hippie.