Meanwhile... back at the ranch

So the Sunday of Charlie's party, we all got to go to the hospital to accompany their Dad whose head was about to implode. He had a nap and then got up and it was clear we had to head on out to the place where Schuyler, Charlie, and their Dad were born. An hour later, Dad was on a morphine drip and an oxygen mask diagnosed with viral meningitis. If you want to be really unhappy for a while and migraines just aren't enough pain for you, I recommend viral meningitis. Dad was home for dinner but not very useful since even the morphine only took the edge off but, boy, are we lucky we canceled the party. Monday was a sick day for everyone and we got to go to the doctor again (this time for the kids who had chest and ear infections - the fun literally does not stop!). So, to pass the time, we got to colouring. This is great if you are three years old but becomes a taste testing expedition for a one year old. He found the orange crayon to be busy with a waxy bouquet while the purple crayon was a disappointment and was obviously a bad vintage from the crayola folks. The last pic is Schuyler enjoying a time out for some bad behaviour.