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My trip was great (except for some travel snafus -- Dear Delta, if you cancel a person's flight scheduled on a Thursday, it is not helpful to rebook them for a flight on Saturday), but both babies and Mike were sick when I got back. Matthew seems to have had the worst of it. He had a terrible runny nose, a nasty cough, and just wanted to be held yesterday (and all night yesterday night and the night before). He's not completely over it today (in fact, he threw up at least twice from having so much mucus), but he was in better spirits and seems to be improving.

James had a bad cough the night before I left, but except for some residual sniffles seems to be doing pretty well. (Although literally as soon as I finished typing that sentence, he had a pretty dramatic coughing fit.)

This illness was particularly poorly timed (as if there's ever a good time to be sick), because this weekend we were supposed to go to the Baby Reunion for the fertility clinic that helped us have the boys. (By the way, to get to the clinic from our house, you take the freeway and get off at the exit as if you were going to the State Fair. But to get to the fairgrounds you turn right, and to get to the clinic you turn left -- because life isn't fair. Get it? Ba-dum-bum!) "Reunion" is a bit of a funny name since we haven't actually met the other attendees, but we'll go with it. This event has been on our calendar since August, and we were looking forward to seeing the wonderful doctors again, showing off the boys, and getting to go to a children's musuem that we'd never been to -- so all in all it would have been a fun afternoon. We were really disappointed to miss it, but we didn't want to pass on these germs to all the other kiddos. Ah well, maybe next year.

In better news, Matthew's latest word is "mailbox." :)