cottage

Tuesday night, before we left for the cottage, I was up with a sick Ellie. I attributed it to the massive amounts of asparagus I gave her that night. Surely it wasn't the stomach flu. She was fine the next day, so we proceeded to the cottage. I really did not want to miss our trip, especially because my sister Katie cancelled her trip to Spain in favor of spending some family time in Green Bay. The cottage is a definite rustic vacation. After mowing the lawn, spraying for the thousands of mosquitos in the yard, and burying the dead cat found under the canoe, we were ready for fun! (PS-I did none of the dirty work, preferred to leave that to my brother-in-law.) Wednesday was fun, we swam in the fly soup, I mean the Green Bay, and went for nature walks. Thursday the kids skipped rocks in the bay and my sister's 7-year old stepdaughter got hit in the head with one. After some theraputic screaming and the necessary icepack, she was fine. We had a fantastic barbeque that night and went to the frosty tip for an ice cream treat. But that night, at 2am, the 7-year old woke up vomiting. My sister rushed her to the ER, thinking she had a concussion from the earlier incident. She was kept for several hours and had a cat scan, which showed nothing but a healthy head. It was concluded she had a stomach bug and was sent home at 5am. Right around then a mysterious 3-foot figure appears at the foot of my bed saying, "Mommy, I threw up!!" Johnny then had it. Several hours later it was my niece Sara, then Annie, and finally, Matt. So in the end, we had unleashed the stomach flu on 5 people. But I'm sure that my sister is glad to have paid all that money for the cat scan to know that her little one has a perfect head, and my other sister is glad to not have had to cross an ocean for an adventure.