I forgot to mention in my last post about the Merry Christmas Plague that the boys and I brought with us. James and Jasper had a cold/flu combo that made them vomit (James in a bowl, Jasper on my face) the day before we left. Thankfully they kept their digestive systems in check for the flight but by the time we got to my parents’, they were coughing all over every surface that would likely be touched. Then they burned up, took unprecedented naps, and flaunted social skills that made their cousins cry. We left from Victoria for Vancouver just in time to see the first symptoms materialize in our extended family. Forgive us, Extended Family.
Now that I’ve been honest, I will continue showing you pictures of my sickly children appearing well-behaved and healthy. Wash your hands after.
Here are some shots from our visit to Uncle Nathan’s not-for-the-faint-of-heart menagerie and then to a park down the street. (James had to relieve himself while we were at the park. He gave our postal code away when he loudly announced that he was melting the grass with his pee.)