So we're not taking many (any) pictures this week. The kids are still sick, but thankfully not too sick. The lady making keys at Home Depot today (TEN of the same keys, the one Reagan routinely puts in his pockets so that we can't ever seem to exit the house--so I bought all the Baldwin blanks they had) said her kids have croup and respiratory problems and she is at the doctor every month with serious illnesses. Am officially over complaining about a little (lot) of vomit.

Some renovation progress is happening! We have plans. Both companies are going virtual, so Travis will be working from home soon, which means the study-in-a-separate-structure project will be on the fast track. The creepy Everglades have turned to walkable woods (although there are still some gators) and carpentry is underway. I actually got excited about weather stripping today. Bad Economy-->Contractors Show Up.

We're all out of sorts and will grab the camera again when the runny noses subside. In the meantime, James was groomed (read: shaved and looks like a wet rat) and finagled his way out of the cat carrier in the car, much to the kids' delight, and scurried all over to explore. He looks horrible, and yet his hair is still significantly longer than poor Cam's.

So here are my boys, all adorable in their matching new little rugby shirts. I am horrible at laundry, so they'll probably never be clean at the same time again. Tal was so flushed and sick in this picture, poor kid. We just plopped down with leftover pizza and watched Space Dogs, which was quite fun.

You can also see Cam's buzz cut, without the hat. I hate it, of course. The best part of the horrid saga is that Every. Single. Person. I have told has had a similar experience to share. That has made me feel much better.

The best part? My mom reminded me that I, the dependable, easy, firstborn, good daughter, indeed carried out a hair trauma incident of my own and conveniently forgot about it all week. I convinced my sister that she desperately needed a haircut, and when she wouldn't cooperate, I waited until she was watching TV, sitting on the floor, looking up. I cut it very short in the back. Well, when she wasn't looking up at the TV anymore, you can imagine HOW MUCH SHORTER it was. She hated it, of course. It was September or something, in the Florida heat (that would be our hottest month) and her teacher called the next day to tell Mom that she had sat in school the entire day with her jacket and hood completely zipped and tied on.

What goes around does indeed come back around, I guess...

We don't have enough creatures OUTSIDE our house...they are now coming INSIDE. It was a crazy time getting this bird out. We had a great (modified) Pictionary day when we got rained out of everything. Sometimes you just need a rainy Monday. It was quite funny when the kids said their drawing words out loud and I had to keep coming up with new ones.