Last weekend, I was very sick. Myself and fifteen of my colleagues came down with a severe case of Norwalk or food poisoning. The jury is still out on the exact culprit, but the common denominators are last Thursday and our staff room. Suffice to say, I was out of commission for most of last weekend. Like the Bubble Boy in Seinfeld, I spent a lot of time in solitary confinement for fear of infecting the rest of my family. The kids were kept busy and had a lot of fun in my absence.
Here is what they got up to:
Sarah's last hip hop class and a special presentation.
Painting pots and eating gummy worms at a garden party.
Eating cupcakes with a very special birthday girl.
Finding the perfect piece of driftwood and throwing rocks as far as possible.