The Small One has been sick on and off for... oh about six weeks now. In fact, the whole house pretty much has had the plague and been passing it around for all to enjoy. We've each been through one, if not more, courses of antibiotics to try and wipe it out since December. Someone will come down with it, feel better for a few days until it looks as though he/she is on the mend, and then that someone wakes up at 3:00 am coughing up his/her toenails and the madness starts all over again. At this rate, I'll meet my insurance deductible this year by the end of January, just by paying co-pays.

Today, at the pediatrician's office, the Doctor told me two things: one) he doesn't enjoy the sound of screaming children and two) he's always glad when I come in with my children because I'm so pleasant.

I'm sorry... I don't know which of these two things makes me laugh more.

This is all to say that since everyone's been sick, I've been spending a lot of time inside and there are entire days where I don't get out of my pajamas or venture outside the door to my house. (This is different from a normal day at home because... well, I sometimes go out to the curb to get the mail.) As such, my kids haven't been outside much lately.

No problem though, as my children have learned to make do for their wintertime fun:

Kind of makes that new floor project worth the effort, huh?