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That's the score 4 sick, 9 well. Some of the wells are threatening to be sicks. Only Lydia ended up on antibiotics with bronchitis. She is handling it as well as any princess. I am holding the baby who can only sleep sitting up. It is a rough job but somebody has to do it. I think I hear the children cleaning as I sit here watching the Ravens vs. Steelers. I am not sure what has possessed them as I am not herding them but I think it is great!!!!

Speaking of Steelers, Samantha bought Lydia a Steelers cheerleading dress for Christmas. It is too cute unless your are a Ravens fan. I have 2 Steeler fans in a house full of Raven fans. The Steelers fans are trying to indoctrinate the two year old.

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