In a recent post I declared that my family would be done with all of our illness by the end of February, thus enjoying March in complete health. Apparently the Powers That Be thought that declaration was a bit arrogant and decided to unleash a dreadful disease upon me. I didn't have the actual flu (my husband thinks he's an expert in these matters and insists that I did not have the flu) but it sure felt like it. I was out completely for a week (really hard to do with two small children!) and still dragging for a second week. Now I am finally on the mend and getting back to my regular routine.
Although I want to blog all about our trip to New York - visiting Casey's Aunt Mary and Grumpy (his grandpa) and my brother and niece and nephew, playing in snow, running a Shamrock Fun Run in freezing temperatures, and there's a great story about why for future plane trips I will pay extra for direct flights when traveling with children. (The story ends at 3:00 in the morning and still 90 miles from my home). But it's late and I really don't have the time for that right now, so I will leave you with a Conversation with Coulson -
On God:
"I know what God looks like. He has a beard. A big beard. Not a little one like Grandpa Bud. The biggest beard ever! It's even bigger than your hair!"
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