The best laid plans...

Last night I had the van packed so we would be ready this morning to go for a four hour drive to the campground where we were to meet my parents, my sisters, brother-in-law, and cousins.

Natalie came into my room in the middle of the night and said "Ethan wants you. He's been throwing up." Poor Ethan. He threw up every 15 minutes throughout the night. He looks awful. So we are home waiting to see how swift his recovery is before we head to the coast.

Natalie and Levi are horribly disappointed. I spent the morning cleaning out my refrigerator.