Last night, Clint and I went on a rare date. After our movie ("The Prestige"; it was awesome!), we really felt that we needed to hurry back and let our sitter go home. So we asked our waiter to just box up our food (it hadn't come yet), and we left. When we got home, we found that the sitter was holding Micah on her lap downstairs because he'd woken up moaning. Literally one minute after this, he coughed (mixed with not feeling well & being out of it, this is always a sure sign of yucky things to come in our house), I grabbed him and bolted up the stairs to the bathroom. So he's got the flu. And that sitter was dangerously close to being covered in...well, I'll be nice and not say it.
Anyway, after the other two kids and I got home from church, we checked on the poor little guy again. And Autumn decided to make him feel better by rubbing his back:
