It hit Mama out of nowhere Monday afternoon. It whooped up on Daddy early Tuesday morning and on into that evening. Big Brother experienced the wrath Wednesday and Thursday, and there was no dodging the powerfully potent punch the stomach virus landed on the Triplets toward the week’s end. For many, it was the week of the Kentucky Derby. For us, it was the week of Upchuck Then Hurry (Hurry and clean up the vomit, because the next onslaught will come from another direction and be a whole heckuva lot browner). Although our scrum with the stomach virus was something that I hope we don’t have to deal with again…