...we made it.

Wow! It has been a rough month filled with stomach flus, colds, coughs, ear infections, migranes, and neck pains . Marty has created a cult religion based on the promises of a tiny fizzing tablet called Airborne. He swears by it's power to ward of nasty little germs, and to his credit he has been the healthiest of us all. The rest of us, however, just keep passing the little bugs around, and yet this morning as the sun burst through the rain clouds a glimmer of healthful hope arose in our house. Zachary has a drippy nose, but otherwise I believe we've weathered the winter illnesses just in time for our Big Bear Christmas.