Sick day

There's a bug going around the Boudreau household... Even poor Fred has caught it.

James's eyes are watering, nose running, coughing up a lung. Riley's sounding a little croupy, but it hasn't really hit him full-force, yet. I'm trying to not even think about how I feel in an effort to will away any ills until Jason gets back home (tomorrow!! It's official!!). No time for sick days in mama-hood.
Fred's in my bathroom, in a shoebox-makeshift-bed of kitchen towels taking it easy. He's on a strict regimen of homeopathic remedies and has prescriptions for elf elixir and Christmas magic, so I have a feeling he'll be back to himself in no time.