It's Fall. It's Flu Time.

Someone--we aren't for sure who--brought the flu into our home last week. It could have been Kara returning from Paris with Matt. They spent hours and hours on crowded planes. She didn't feel well most of last week. Then Bentley came down with it. He had a horrible cough and low energy for four or more days. Jake acquired the bug and he didn't get a bad cough which is surprising given his tendency to respiratory illnesses. Instead he threw up in the middle of the night on my big sofa chair. He took a few days to fully recover. Viva didn't get a bad cough or throw up, but she was listless for days and ran a fever more than once. Evan threw up once and because of that he wasn't allowed to have milk at bedtime and that made him furious. He has a runny nose and is quite cranky at times. Lincoln had the mildest case--although now that I think about it, Kara might disagree. He kept her up one night with his coughing and malaise. Even Great-grandma got sick! She usually doesn't pick up what the children have, but this time she did. She stayed downstairs for two days, but was back upstairs yesterday. I don't think I got sick from this bug, but I haven't totally shaken off whatever virus it is that has been playing inside my head for two months. Opa is in Michigan and he's coming down with it. We hope he doesn't share it with family there. Although he might have already shared it on the plane trip down...which would take this flu bug back to where it came from!