We opened our home and hearth this weekend to some good friends who had moved out of their NYC condo in preparation for their move to LA. The weekend provided some good bonding time for ourselves and the kids, who appeared to have a splendid time playing with each other doing sometimes silly, sometimes girly (they have two girls), and always funny things. The weekend took a turn for the worse on Sunday evening, though, when one by one the kids (and the girls' mom Tine) began throwing up. It started with H at about 8:30 p.m. on Sunday and continued off and on (but mostly on) for about 14 hours for each of them. With a different onset time for each, it created what would have been a staggering fountain effect not unlike what you'd see at the Bellagio had they been side-by-side. The most unfortunate part was that our friends' flight from NYC to LA was at 11 a.m. ... and the airline change fee was prohibitively high. This created, according to Tine, "The worst flight ever."
Anyway, here are pre-fountain pictures from the weekend when everyone was happy and healthy.
We plan reunite in the spring, hopefully under healthier circumstances, when the Ward brood heads West for spring break. Until then, Tine, Ivan, Emma, and Hannah, we will be missing you.
1 comment:
So sorry about the sickness but the pictures are cute leading up to the plague.
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