One of the joys you'll experience in raising children are the infrequent times in which you, your spouse and your little bundle of joy trade diseases around like Pokemon cards or cat's eye marbles, or whatever kids are trading these days.

Let me clue you in on a little secret: when you have twins, the game gets a whole lot tougher. You may recall I posted a few weeks ago about how everybody in the house was on antibiotics. Well, the kids finished round two, and now Steph and I are on our own round two. Man, this is fun! Father's Day was a blast. I got up, reeled around a bit and crashed back to bed, stricken with pharyngitis (or at least that's what the nurse ticked off on my check-out report). Steph managed to get out of the Doc-In-The-Box with an upper respiratory infection. Man it's more fun than a barrel full of monkeys tossing phlegm around in our house!

The part that really sucks though is that I'm trying to keep away from the kids lest they catch something (again) and give it back to me later (again). That's pretty hard :/