Welcome to the house of vomit

M spent yesterday puking, and my sister spent last night in the bathroom as well. It is only a matter of time before I too am felled by the virus that has now hit three out of five current residents in my family. So if I disappear from the blogsphere for a while, you will know I am on the floor of my bathroom.

And Rebecca, I am fairly confident you don't want to come over this afternoon. Perhaps you can finally meet Baby C this summer, when she is, ahem, two and clearly no longer a baby. I think I need to come up with a new nickname for her...