Christmas decorations, vomiting, and executions

There is a lot to catch up on around here.
The short version is, we put up our Christmas decorations, a violent stomach flu made a slow march through our entire family over the course of 12 days, and Cambel thought the neighbors down the street had been executed.
Need more detail?
Christmas decorations. They are up and the holiday is in full swing. In fact I should be packing now for our trip to Indiana to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. Instead I am blogging, which I think everyone will appreciate when they can't find any packed underwear. Ada drew this after we decorated. For a bit of a back story, Kevin was gone at a 4 day conference that began the morning after Ada spent the. whole. night. throwing up. This was before Kevin returned and started throwing up himself.

I think I am the one vomiting light--which, minus the light part, turned out to be quite prophetic.
Vomiting. So we all got it, despite my intense efforts at de-germing. This stomach flu was impervious to lysol, bleach, tea tree oil, hot water, and intense and fervent prayer. Thankfully it is over. But it was really awful.
The execution of the neighbors. Don't worry, they weren't really executed. They were evicted and papers were posted on their house which said something to the effect of "these orders were executed on this date..." Cambel has been reading mystery books lately and became very intrigued by the papers on the house and the disappearance of the people. He copied some of the words down in his notebook (unfortunately leaving out some of the more important information). Later that night he asked me what "executed meant." I explained it could mean something was completed or someone was killed. I asked for a context and he said "they were executed on this date." I affirmed that this meant someone had been killed. He became very quiet and then urgently directed me to his notebook, where of course he had written those words--and then concluded that the neighbors had been executed.

And that about sums things up. Except for Halloween, where I once again proved that I am entirely too lame to put forth any effort on costumes.

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