The Infirmary

On the surface, our house looks as it always does.  Lots of toys.  Laundry in various stages.  Half-drunk cups of coffee on handful of surfaces.

But if you take a closer look, there are a few "extras" creeping into our living spaces. 

Yep, you guessed it.  The boys are sick.  And we are an infirmary, filled with juice and jello and popsicles and meds.  And what these "extras" cannot fix...

Watching Toy Story 3 on the couch, under a mound of blankets, can.