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Illness has finally run its course at my house, I think. I hope. We all had the flu and finally got rid of it. Then the stomach virus came. It was ruthless. My wife and 3 out of 4 of my kids all had the runs and the pukes. I was single parenting it for two days, and I again wonder how the hell legitimate single parents ever do what they do. Without my wife, I flail around and can manage to get just the basics accomplished. To all of the single moms and pops out there who actually raise their children and strive to excel at their professional and personal lives and make it- my hat is off to you, good sir or madam.

Asa is fascinated by the flickery white stuff floating down into our yard. He has no interest in touching the stuff, though, because it’s so damned cold outside.

Illness has ravaged my house. We are all passing the flu back and forth to each other like some virulent badminton game, but instead of using shuttlecocks, we’re using germs and bacteria. It’s far messier and less fun than badminton, too. I’m finally getting over my bout with it, but it really kicked my ass.

I haven’t been “sick” sick for almost twenty years. I was in bed with a fever of 102 for about three days this past week, and I felt like utter and complete crap. I will be one of the first in line next year to get a flu shot.

For some reason, I assumed flu shots were only for the young and the old, and I’m kind of in between in that gray area. A nurse practitioner informed me that, no, it’s just that the young and the old can die from the flu, but you’ll still be miserable.

I was also misinformed that the shot can give you flu-like symptoms. Apparently it’s a dead vaccine, but if you get the nasal mist application, then that contains a live virus and you will get the sniffles and such.

I’m ready for our house to be healthy again. I’m tired of bathing in Purell.

My boys are growing up fast. You always hear that from older people–your parents, elders, what have you. You assume it to be true, but store that way in your head for some time in the future when it might matter. I think I’m reaching the age where it is starting to ring true.

Asa’s already humongous in just a little over a year. Silas is actually starting to resemble a miniature person, instead of a tiny, shriveled mass of flesh stuffed inside a onesie. He’s starting to smile now, which is the first little sign of entertainment to come.

Watching your children interact with each other as they grow is a pretty interesting experience. It’s like building a really advanced erector set that craps itself and requires food.