Awww....the amazing smell of pine drifts through my household this time of year. With the beautiful christmas tree twinkling, smelling faintly of the woods/farm it came from, the strongest smell of pine is emanating from my kitchen sink in the form of a Pine Sol soup. The dreaded stomach flu has hit our house, leaving no one innocent (except for Taterbug) from it's dreaded hold. Little Gun-Gun brought the happiness home to our household in the form of stinky midnight vomit sessions and runny poop that made him walk like a sumo. C-Dub next took his joy and proceeded to "get the barfs" at preschool. The little guy is such a trooper that he asked his teacher if he could just come home and change his soiled clothes and then come back to play!

For me, it all began early this morning with that all too familiar strange gut gurgle - you know the ones where when they hit, you truly can't trust your farts any longer . After arising to the music of my own stomach, I quickly hit the bathroom and proceeded to visit the porcelain goddess about 15 times over the duration of the day. As I laid in bed, moaning and groaning, poor hubby tended to the kiddoes and played homemaker.

However, now that evening is hear, and I've finally ended my bathroom worship sessions, I hear heavy footsteps rushing towards my room. Yes, hubby decided to partake amongst the festivities and began his own worshipping session. I hear poor C-Dub in the other bathroom "not trusting his farts" (how we told him!) and sweet little Taterbug is sitting on my bed scarfing tangerines and oatmeal cookies (she had to make her own dinner). It's going to be an interesting Christmas - especially if we run out of toilet paper!