2012 has been wrought with infection for the Scroggins Clan in its short nine days.  Literally on the eve of the New Year I took my youngest to the doctor for a crazy looking rash on his face.  Infantigo.  Awesome.  Ironically, we had been threatening him with that very infection to try to keep his fingers out of his nose.  I didn’t work.  So, armed with antibiotics, we set off on our first Scroggins Ski Trip (more on that later).  Thankfully, that cleared up pretty fast, but the first 2012 cold came to visit on the trip.

It started with my oldest, but with a little Vicks and Nyquil we were able to nip that one pretty quickly-or so we thought.  My husband caught the dreaded germ the last day in the mountains, temporarily leaving him more deaf than usual.  And, of course, my immune system gave in on the drive home.  We spent the weekend wrapped in blankets sneezing, sniffling, and coughing.  Awesome.  Actually despite the sickness, it was nice to just sit on the couch for a day.  I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened.  I could do without the pink eye that I woke up with yesterday morning, but now I’m thinking maybe we are getting all this sickness done super fast, and the rest of 2012 will be super healthy?