We're slowly on the mend over here... meanwhile, Alice has been enjoying her dose of Little House on the Prairie. There's nothing that can cheer you up like a sweet baby on your lap.
The hardest part about being sick is constantly thinking about everything I could be doing. Our house is in the state of the 7 Dwarves' house without Snow White. But Snow White is sick. Poor Snow White. At least I don't look like Snow White... that would just be depressing.
Tomorrow, we go to my parents' to spend some time with them and my sister, brother, sister-in-law, and our sweet nieces (assuming we live until then). Little Pickle can't wait.