Christmas and all...

Merry Christmas Eve from the Lutzes!

It hasn't been too merry for all three of us at the same time since then. Before we even got to church Sunday morning, Jason was heavy on the cough drops. By the time we'd gotten two hours into our trip to Tennessee that afternoon, he was as miserable as a Cowboys fan that weekend. "Bronchitis," said the doctor the next morning.

Later that night at the Hawkins family dinner (Lauren's mom's side), both Lauren and Jason are stuck to the couches under blankets. But by Tuesday night, it was clear that Lauren's version of miserable was stomach-based. Flu? Food poisoning? "Possible mutation of Jason's attacker," said Dr. Hal (husband of Lauren's cousin Becky.)

Now that we've made it home, Gabrielle is on Pedialyte due to the D-train. Jason's stomach has been hurting him on and off today, and Lauren still can't stay on her feet long enough to get anything done. "Pitiful," said the pity-partiers.

Better news with happier pictures must be just around the corner...