I'm the only SURVIVOR of my spaghetti!

Day 2. Tuesday.

For dinner I cook the family spaghetti complete with garlic bread and red wine. Gramma soon later doesn't feel well and is heard puking in the bathroom, Greg runs off a few hours later and is hurling his stomach contents also. Kai is so upset when we try to put him down for sleep, he too upchucks spaghetti in his crib, on the floor, and projects it on our bed!

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Gramma is trying to figure out what got them sick. And almost seems to point the finger at me- but Grampa and I are still well. But in the morning, Kai had thrown up on the floor- we figured he was exposed to the flu, as his buddy Lukas was getting over it, and the kids at Kai's daycare were dropping like flies from it too.

Here stands Kai before he pukes on the floor.

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Day 3. Wednesday.

Gramma is out of service for the day, and spends most of it locked up in her bedroom. Greg is no longer hurling but is now blowing chunks out the other end, while making some loud auditory pitches that I did not think possible (as if from a trombone) . This goes on the whole night.

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Day 4. Thursday.

I cook chicken pesto with couscous and corn. Then I hear later that Grampa joins the rest, this time he outdoes both Greg and Gramma by going out at both ends. He is out of service the following day.

While Grampa stays in , Greg and Gramma barely muster enough energy to make it to the beach.

In the meanwhile, I play around with the underwater camera.

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Day 5. Friday.

The family is coming to.

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Greg and I leave a crying Kai in his crib for Gramma to watch over while we go on a night beach walk. l was reluctant to leave, fearful he would puke again. Sure enough upon checking on him on our return, there was evidence on the bed sheets...

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I would really like to think my cooking was not that bad?...but the Secret is to put hot peppers on your food, just like the Mexicans, you never see them getting sick!
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