I'm expecting the locusts any day now

It's been a little crazy around here since my last post. Specifically, for about a week it felt like we were working our way through a health (or disease) version of the biblical plagues. I don't know what we did to make Yahweh mad, and I really don't think we're keeping any peoples in exile, but the fact that this coincided with Passover was quite suggestive.

Very late that Thursday (or very early that Friday - I don't know, suffice it to say that it was sometime during the very deep sleep portion of the night), we were all awakened to the sound of Reece being sick. In Greyson's bed. And all along the way from there to the doorway where I met him, picked him up, and carried him to stand in front of the toilet. I'll spare you the gory details, but Dan and I spent the next hour cleaning up, including changing the sheets and covers on Greyson's bed.We knew Reece wouldn't be going to school Friday, and that's Dan's half-day anyway, so we planned that I would go in to work in the morning and get home in time for Dan to leave about 12:30. However, I woke up feeling sick and ended up spending the rest of the day in bed while a chipper Reece bopped from computer to Wii to watching TV. Dan picked up Greyson and handled the kids the rest of the evening, because we knew I had to be mobile for Saturday when we had Greyson's birthday party. (For those of you who know when Greyson was born and are now confused, we had the party a month early because there was a special Star Wars weekend at a local laser tag place, and half of the proceeds went to the Make-a-Wish foundation.)
I didn't eat much on Saturday but did feel well enough to handle the party, and we transported three of Greyson's friends and met two others and his cousins at laser tag at 1pm. Everyone, including Dan and Nat but not Reece and me (he wasn't old enough, so someone had to stay with him), played laser tag with the Star Wars characters for 20 minutes, they had a 20 minute break, then then played for 20 more minutes and came back to our party room for cake and playing video games in the adjacent arcade. We got everyone home around 3:30, settled down at our house, and about 2 hours later Greyson said he didn't feel well and proceeded to get sick. He definitely had it the worst and was still feeling bad when he went to bed.

So now we're at Sunday, Greyson stayed home from Sunday school but felt much better, and we did a ton of laundry. Monday, I woke up with a tickle in my throat and a few of those sneezes that you know indicate impending doom. Tuesday I knew I had a cold, and by Wednesday I was in the thick of it. Wednesday evening, Greyson had another type of intestinal illness hit him, and so I had to stay home from work on Thursday to be with him. I didn't really come out of the cold until Sunday and still have residual coughing fits. Since I had just returned home from a conference when the first plague hit us, I probably managed to get the equivalent of two whole days of work completed in two weeks.

We are all much better now (I'm knocking on something wooden), and the weather has been amazing, so I think we might have done something to redeem ourselves before the other 7 plagues were sent to us. For Greyson's sake, I am going to smear a little lamb's blood on the door just to be sure.