From Tracey Susan, know what you mean about the lack of email, but as one of the perpetrators I can only sigh. I think Rob mentioned a while back how smoothly things were going so far with Gretchen around, and we were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, last Friday, we heard a thud. Not literally, of course. Gretchen's too young to fall out of her crib and Melinda does just fine in her twin bed. No, more like a cough, as in Rob coming down with the flu -- the fever, chills, coughing kind. A little scary with a 2-week-old baby in the house, but not bad, I just took care of everybody all weekend. Fine (except poor Rob, who at least had the common sense to get sick on the weekend, he thought) until Sunday night, when I developed a sore throat and fever. Fortunately Rob was better by then, so he took over Gretchen's care. Monday morning, Melinda woke up with a fever. Let's just say, she's not easily fooled by bubble gum flavor -- Rob had to force the Tylenol down her ...
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