Our Santa Cruz trip got cut short by a raging flu that went through our family (we actually think it was the swine flu after all), but we managed to get in a little beach time, digging a big hole for everyone to sit in; go on a real steam engine train ride up through the mountains-a highlight for Carter, and have some quality time with Grandma, Grandpa, Grant and Heather-well as much quality time as you can when kids are barfing, feverish, and sleeping all day. :) The sad thing was that Amy and her kids were supposed to come out an visit us that weekend, and we had to call them and tell them not to come because we were so sick and so contagious. I felt awful, but would have felt worse if she had come and they all got sick.
The couch of death! They just kept falling asleep anywhere they were. After they would leave, we would wipe down the whole couch with disinfectant. Only Grandpa was unfortunate enough to catch it, everyone else thankfully remained immune.
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