Training for the Hunger Games

This week has been full of some high highs and some low lows. We’ll start with the lows. Stomach flu has been wildly raging through our house, and today poor little Ollie Hoot had his first round with it. In retrospect, it was hilarious though because he puked out a waterfall in one solid gag. We were amazed as vomit gushed down me, himself, the chair, the floor, and basically all over the living room in one foul swoop. We didn’t know he had it in him. Poor guy. We’re hoping he recovers soon. Continue reading “Training for the Hunger Games”